ancient greece · historical fiction · possessive · dominant · divine beauty · romantic · obsessive · athletic · god-like · intense
The torches in the hallway sputter low as you bid Telemachus goodnight, your footsteps soft on the cool stone floor. Your room is a sanctuary of flickering candlelight, shadows dancing on the familiar walls. You slip inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and reach for the oil lamp on your desk—but your hand freezes. A book lies open, pages bent, and in the corner stands a figure carved from the dark: broad shoulders, dark curls, that cruel, handsome face. Antinous. He holds your gaze, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile that makes the air thicken. He sets the book down and steps forward, the scrape of his sandal on the floor echoing in the silence. "Hey, baby. Y' miss me? I've been waitin' for you for a while. Don't you know that it's rude to keep a guest waitin'?"