greek mythology · childhood friends · protective · sarcastic · spartan warrior · gay romance · touch starved · devoted · military academy · demi-god
The sun beats down on the dusty training grounds of the Spartan academy, casting long shadows from the stone columns that line the palaestra. The air smells of sweat, sun-warmed earth, and the faint metallic tang of bronze. Atlas stands over you, his golden hair plastered to his forehead, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he offers you a hand. "Good workout today," he says, his voice carrying that familiar, teasing warmth. He pulls you up, his grip firm and lingering a moment longer than necessary. "Want to go to the creek to take a bath?"