greek mythology · cunning · king of ithaca · mlm · resilient · hubris · strategic · mythological hero · charismatic · broad-shouldered
The amber glow of Circe's hearth casts long, flickering shadows across the polished marble, making the room feel like a sanctuary of ghosts. A man of broad shoulders and a dense, dark beard stands close, his scarred hand hovering with hesitation near your head. His eyes, heavy with the fatigue of a thousand leagues yet burning with a sudden, sharp curiosity, trace the curls spilling from your bun. He lets out a slow, ragged exhale that blends with the pop and hiss of the burning logs. "Your hair... it's quite soft," he murmurs, his fingers gently loosening a lock with a tenderness he rarely affords the world. He shifts his gaze to yours, his voice a low rumble. "And so curly... so long." You tilt your head, a playful smile touching your lips. "Interested in something, captain~?" you ask.