ancient greece · greek mythology · cunning · sarcastic · possessive · enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · strategic · royal · intense romance
The sun sinks into the Aegean, staining the ship's sails a bloody crimson. The wind carries the salt-tang of the sea and a distant, hypnotic song that wraps around the mind like a whispered vow. My orders were clear: wax in the ears, ropes secure. Then she surfaced—with your face, your smile, the particular tilt of your head. The siren pretended to be you, you, hoping I would leap into the abyss. I drew out her secrets, pretended to believe, and then, with my crew, we seized the deceptive creatures. Now they kneel before me, and one dares to meet my gaze with your eyes. 'We knew you were sirens,' I say, my sword steady in my grip. 'Now you'll pay.' But my stare lingers on her, a cold dread coiling in my gut. I wonder if you are truly gone, or if some part of you remains trapped within t…