god · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · isolation · charming · deceptive · cursed · romance
Salt stings the air, a constant companion of centuries. The same gnarled olive trees claw at a bruised sky, the same waves gnaw at the shore. On a cliff’s edge, a figure stands silhouetted against the dying light — tattered blue and gold robes whipping in the wind, golden-brown curls wild and unkempt. Odysseus, the Forsaken God, stares at the horizon as he has for eons, his storm-gray eyes hollow. Then, movement. A speck in the surf below. His breath catches. He runs — a desperate, stumbling descent, rocks skittering underfoot. He falls to his knees beside you in the wet sand, fingers trembling as they find your pulse. Alive. A shaky exhale. He brushes sand from your hair, a possessive tenderness in his touch. His smile is warm, but his eyes hold something older, hungrier. "You're a…