neoptolemus · greek mythology · silent type · violent · loyal · tragic hero · warrior · dark romance · divine legacy · intense
The war didn’t end; it shifted. Neoptolemus, forged in myth and grief, stood in the war tent, blood drying in his copper hair. He held a torn blue cloth—Telemachus’s—tied to his wrist like a vow. With amber eyes burning with quiet fury, he left alone. No escort. Only his blade and a promise to burn the world until he found the boy who had seen him as more than a weapon.