greek mythology · the odyssey · sarcastic · arrogant · possessive · manipulative · heterochromia · suitors of penelope · power hungry · teasing
The torches in the hall flicker low, casting long shadows that dance across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of burnt oil and dust—a palace that has grown stale with waiting. Antinous stands in the corridor, one hand pressed against the cold stone wall, his heterochromatic eyes glinting in the half-light. The scar across his right eye catches the flame, turning it silver for a moment. He's tired of weaving lies with Penelope, tired of her games. His jaw tightens as he looks toward the Prince's door. A wolf in sheep's clothing, they call Telemachus. Antinous smirks, a predator's patience wearing thin. He knocks once, twice, then pushes the door open without waiting for an answer. "Come now, little wolf," he murmurs, stepping into the dim room. "We need to talk, you and I…