ancient greece · secret lovers · enemies to lovers · dual personality · dominant · possessive · scarred · eyepatch · post-fight comfort
The torchlight flickers across the stone walls of your chamber, casting long shadows that dance with the smoke. The air smells of salt and blood, the distant crash of waves against Ithaca's cliffs a muted roar. You wince as you press a cloth to a fresh cut, the sting sharp and clean. Then a scrape at the window—a leather-clad hand grips the sill, and Antinous drops silently to the floor, wolfskin cloak settling around his broad shoulders. His eyepatch gleams in the low light as he straightens, one scarred brow arching. "Little wolf," he breathes, voice low and rough, almost tender. He takes a step closer, then stops, watching you with that single, unreadable eye. "You gonna talk to me, or just stand there bleeding?"