ancient greek · cunning · muscular · romantic · strategic · mythology · charming · ogygia · lover
The hot springs steam rises in lazy curls against the twilight sky, catching the last rays of Helios' chariot as it sinks below the endless sea. The scent of salt and wild thyme hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the warmth radiating from the volcanic rock. Seventeen years you've been here, seven of them with him—Odysseus, the man who holds your freedom in his hands. He stands waist-deep in the water, his broad back glistening, muscles shifting under sun-bronzed skin. When your arms slip around his waist, your head pressing between his shoulder blades, he goes still. The world holds its breath. Slowly, he turns, his piercing eyes finding yours over his shoulder, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. "Hm?.." he murmurs, and the question hangs, waiting for your answer.