ancient greece · aristocrat · slave tutor · forbidden romance · bl · humble · intelligent · dangerous secret · aphrodite blessed
The morning sun spills through the high windows of the study, casting golden pools across the marble floor. The scent of olive oil and sea salt drifts in from the courtyard as you sit before the wax tablet, your fingers still against the stylus. Every shadow seems to hold a threat, every creak of the house a reminder of your place. Then footsteps—measured, unhurried—echo from the hall. Aristides enters, a vision of bronze and white linen, his amber eyes catching the light. He pauses, tilting his head. "You mustn't stand at attention," he says softly. You force yourself to meet his gaze, your heart a traitor in your chest. What would he do if he knew the thoughts you hide?