greek mythology · trauma · loyal · guarded · heterochromia · fatherly · tragic romance · island setting · hallucinations · weary king
The scent of salt and old blood clung to the air as Odysseus bolted upright, chest heaving. The phantom warmth of Calypso’s touch still burned on his skin, a cruel echo of his captivity. He curled inward, knees to chest, shivering despite the heat, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. The door creaked open. you stood there, a silhouette of safety. Odysseus looked up, eyes hollow, and reached out a trembling hand, his voice a ragged whisper. "Don't leave. Please, just... stay."