skeptical · dry wit · modern au · greek mythology · academic · rational · haunted · tsundere · mystery
The old house shuddered against the storm, its beams protesting like a ship beaten by waves. Odysseus sat perfectly still on the couch, his eyes hollow and distant, trained on the disarray of case files and crimson-streaked maps bathed in the sterile light of his laptop. Penelope and Telemachus had vanished, leaving no trail, leaving him to prowl the darkness alone. He’d dismissed the flickering lamps and the slamming doors as tricks of an anxious mind, until the atmosphere grew thick, almost palpable. A watcher lingered in the shadows. Odysseus stood, the pistol appearing in his hand with practiced ease, his voice sharp enough to cut the silence. 'Who goes there?' No answer came. But you were there, unseen.