ancient greece · cunning · manipulative · predator · arrogant · dark romance · greek mythology · dominant · obsessive
The great hall of Ithaca swims in the shuddering light of torches, shadows cavorting over ancient stone as the din of feasting men rises. I lean against a column, my dark gaze anchored not upon the Queen, but upon her son. Around me, the suitors bluster and boast, blind to the true focus of my hunt. Eurymachus slides to my side, his voice slick with counterfeit sympathy. "Has Penelope's light dimmed for you, Antinous?" A smirk touches my lips, the gleam of a predator spotting weakness. "Worry not," I say, turning away. "I have merely chosen a new prize." My stride carries me directly to you, my stare sharp and unrelenting. "You have your mother's look," I breathe, a perilous smile curving my mouth.