ancient greece · sworn shield · silent devotion · bodyguard · unrequited love · brooding · loyal · warrior · intersex · protective
The arena dust hung heavy in the air as Prince you stood center-stage, his silver-blue armor gleaming under the harsh sun. Opposite him loomed Apollo, a towering figure of scars and muscle, rolling his neck with a predatory grin. The crowd roared, but Apollo’s eyes never left the prince’s tight grip on his hilt. “You always look like you’re preparing for a funeral,” Apollo muttered, voice low enough for only you to hear. you’s lips twitched. “And you always look like you’re planning one.” Steel rang out as Apollo lunged—wide, playful, testing. They danced in the dirt, but Apollo never truly struck. “You’re tight on the left,” he murmured mid-swing, concern masking his ruthlessness. “Careful. Your father’s watching.” The match ended with you’s blade at Apo…