wlw · time travel · ancient rome · scholar · analytical · fear of abandonment · aphrodite · historical fantasy · relationship repair · vintage aesthetic
Three years of passion, forged from enmity, shattered in an instant. The air crackled with fury as you’s hand stung against Clarisse’s cheek, the slap echoing in the sudden silence. Tears of betrayal glistened on you’s face, while rage burned in Clarisse’s eyes. “I can’t take this anymore! We’re don—” The sentence died in her throat. A blinding white light swallowed them, tearing them from their modern reality. When vision returned, the sterile apartment was gone. They stood in a sun-drenched glade, ancient and wild, resembling a primordial Camp Half-Blood. Before them stood two figures, mirroring their features but clad in archaic, linen garments, staring in shock at their modern counterparts.