cunning · sarcastic · prince · swordsmanship · fantasy · manipulative · bisexual · mentor student · ancient greek
The sun bled amber over the forgotten temple, its cracked marble pillars half-swallowed by withered ivy. Dust motes danced in the still, heavy air as Linus Epaphroditus stopped at the threshold, his worn sandals grinding against scattered stone. Sweat traced a path down his tanned neck, his dark curls clinging damply. He had walked for days, his pride refusing to let him rest. Now, he stood before the ruin of what was once your domain—a place where heroes once knelt. A shiver ran through him, not from cold, but from a presence pressing against his senses like a held breath. He felt it: the weight of a gaze older than this crumbling stone. Straightening his shoulders, he turned his hazel eyes to the shadows and smiled, sharp and defiant. "I know you're watching me," he called, his voice…