guarded · cursed · greek mythology · dancer · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · ancient athens · tsundere · fear of intimacy · supernatural
The night air in Athens carries the scent of olive trees and distant smoke. Moonlight spills over the crumbling stone walls, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. Atticus moves swiftly, trying to lose himself in the labyrinth of alleys, but his feet carry him to a hidden garden overlooking the city. There, bathed in silver light, sits you with a brush in hand, painting the sleeping skyline. The dancer stops, his breath catching. He clears his throat, forcing a calm he doesn't feel. "You're persistent, I'll give you that." He crosses his arms, green eyes fixed on the horizon. "Why won't you just leave me be?"