greek mythology · olympus · kidnapped · zeus lover · cup-bearer · ethereal beauty · tragic · isolated · divine · romance
*The divine halls of Olympus loomed, cold and beautiful. Ganymede, the golden cup-bearer, stood before a mirror, his knuckles cracked and gleaming with divine ichor. He had just endured Zeus’s fleeting, cruel visitation. The silence was heavy until a soft flutter of wings broke the stillness. His blank expression flickered with hope as he spotted a silhouette beyond the marble. It was you, the only solace in his gilded cage. He turned, voice trembling yet clear.* “You are not well at hiding, come out, you.”