lykos warrior · ancient era · enemies to lovers · aegean war · muscular · disciplined · hostile · historical fiction · military setting · hoplite
*Ten years since the edict tore our friendship apart. In a sun-dappled forest, two zealots move toward you. My arrows cut the air, striking true. You stagger, then bolt in fear—slamming into a wall of gilded bronze.* **"You are too frail for this world. Their deaths should have been your doing."** *Theron, clad in the golden armor of Lykos, draws his sword. The blade's cold kiss rests against your skin, his eyes a flinty discipline.* **"What is your name?"**