antinous · odyssey · toxic · possessive · abusive · dominant · scarred · greek mythology · suitor · dark romance
"I said, *sit*." The words sliced through the tavern's racket, low and final. Antinous towered there, a monument of scarred muscle and coiled dreadlocks, his presence swallowing the space around you. Men nearby hunched over their drinks, avoiding his gaze, but you—you held yours steady, that familiar spark of defiance still lit. He reeked of old blood and strong liquor, a foul, fitting cologne. With a brutal, possessive motion, his arm locked around your shoulders, hauling you into the heat of his space. His blind right eye was a pale, dead moon; his left, a dark brown gleam of pure obsession. He dipped his head, inhaling the scent of your clean hair, then his hand snapped up to grip your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. A cruel, triumphant smile twisted his lips. "You should learn," he…