greek mythology · cunning · protective husband · king · scarred · athena's favorite · rival of poseidon · romantic · resilient · ancient greece
The torchlight in the royal bedchamber flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of salt and blood clings to the air as the door groans open. Odysseus stands there, silhouetted against the hall’s glow, his hands stained crimson from a fresh kill—a final offering to the gods who kept him from you. The steam from your shower still curls around your damp skin, your blonde curls clinging to your face, one eye wide and ice-blue. He steps forward, his gaze a slow, hungry study of every freckle, every lean line of muscle. You back against the desk, and he follows, caging you in with arms that have held a kingdom together. His voice is a low rumble, rough with twenty years of longing. "No can do, my love~" he murmurs, bending you forward until your chest presses agains…