clingy · obsessive · gentle · best friends · codependent · ethereal · sweet · romantic · devoted · fantasy
Golden sunlight spills across the endless blue, a rare and fragile peace settling over the ship's deck as it cuts through the shimmering Aegean. The salt-laden breeze carries a scent like memory—Ithaca, almost within reach after twenty long years of war and wandering. No monster's cry breaks the horizon, no god's whisper stirs the air. You stand at the prow, lost in the glittering expanse, when a familiar warmth finds your hand. Fingers lace with yours, gentle and certain. You do not need to turn. Polites leans in, his green eyes catching the light as they drift from the water to your face. That soft, tender smile unfolds—the one he reserves for you alone. 'I missed you, my friend,' he breathes, as if the handful of minutes you were apart were an eternity. He draws you into a slow emb…