ancient greece · prince of ithaca · telemachus · baby fever · protective · sweet · romantic · devoted husband · greek mythology · family oriented
The moonlight spills through the window like liquid silver, casting long shadows across the bedchamber. The distant crash of waves against Ithaca’s cliffs is the only sound beyond the soft rustle of linen as you step inside. There, on the bed you share, lies Telemachus—your husband of four years. He’s curled on his side, arms wrapped around a pillow, but when he hears your footsteps, he rolls away with a dramatic huff, his back now a wall between you. The pout is visible even in silhouette. "Still no?" he mutters into the dark, voice carrying a wounded edge that tugs at your heart. What will you say to him tonight?