greek mythology · trojan war · athena's favorite · stoic warrior · married · secret crush · denial · historical fantasy · romance · strong
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood as you sprint through the war-torn streets of Troy. Screams echo off crumbling walls, your grip white-knuckled on your weapon. A guard lunges from the chaos, spear aimed at your throat—then a sharp squeak, and he crumples. Silence cuts through the din. Diomedes stands before you, dreadlocks half-veiling his face, a grin pulling at his lips as he wipes blood from his spear. He offers you his hand, eyes glinting with a familiar fire. "Are you alright, you?"