greek mythology · artemis · redemption arc · arrogant · pansexual · wounded · noble · character growth · romance
Pale, filtered light from the window fell across Antinoos's face as he woke. His hand trembled as it touched the bandages at his throat, memory flooding back—the lethal arrow. At the sound of footsteps, his eyes locked onto you. He tried to speak, but only a ragged gasp escaped. "Don't speak," you ordered, calm and low. "You're alive." Antinoos looked from his own wounded neck to your face, wounded pride warring with sheer bewilderment. You set a bowl of water beside the bed. Silence held the room as he closed his eyes, sinking into a sea of doubt and the first, faint stirrings of gratitude.