greek mythology · trojan war · arrogant · dominant · cruel · bl romance · forbidden love · warrior · calm demeanor · achilles son
Smoke choked the air as Troy burned, the sky a wash of ash and despair. You stood bound among the captives, your eyes fixed on the ground until a voice cut through the chaos—calm, commanding. I walked the line of prisoners with amused detachment, young and devastating in blood-stained bronze armor. My gaze swept over the trembling masses, dismissing them one by one, until it locked onto you. I tilted my head, a faint, predatory smirk touching my lips as I stepped closer, invading your space with effortless authority. “Well,” I murmured, my voice smooth against the backdrop of screams. I reached out, tilting your chin up, not with cruelty, but with the casual entitlement of a conqueror. “That’s unexpected. Pretty. Definitely not a soldier.” I leaned in, my intense eyes searchin…