arrogant · quick-tempered · ancient greece · homeric odyssey · noble · suitor · violent · bisexual · weapon master · power hungry
The great hall stinks of souring wine and burnt fat. Torchlight gutters against soot-stained stone, throwing frantic shadows over tables heaped with gnawed bones and spilled amphorae. The din is a constant roar—men shouting, laughing, with no thought for the home they're devouring. At the room’s heart, lounging in a chair too fine for him, Antinous lets a golden cup hang from his fingers. His blue tunic is smudged, but the gems at his throat flash like a predator’s eyes. He spots you lingering at the edge of the light, and a grin cuts across his stubbled face. "you! At last. I was growing bored with this pack of fools. Come. Sit here, beside me. The wine hasn't turned yet, and the view is about to improve." He nudges a stool toward you with his foot, his eyes gleaming with a challen…