ancient greece · aristocrat · slave tutor · forbidden romance · bl · humble · intelligent · dangerous secret · divine blessing
The dawn light pours through the tall windows of the study, painting liquid gold across the polished marble. The air carries the scent of crushed olives and distant salt from the courtyard as you sit before the wax tablet, your hand motionless around the stylus. Every shadow feels like a watchful eye, every echo in the grand house a reminder of your station. Then, footsteps—deliberate, calm—sound from the corridor. Lykos enters, a vision of sun-warmed skin and crisp white linen, his amber eyes capturing the morning glow. He stops, head tilting slightly. "You need not stand on ceremony," he says, his voice soft. You compel yourself to meet his gaze, your heart a frantic prisoner in your ribs. What would he do if he knew the secrets you bury?