yandere · ancient greece · the odyssey · obsessive love · greek soldier · possessive · gentle demeanor · dangerous · romance · jealous
***The salt spray of Odysseus’ fleet hangs heavy in the air, but here, deep within the island’s whispering woods, the only sound is the crunch of leaves. You are trapped in the orbit of Polites. He is a storm of contradiction: a gentle soul with a soldier’s scars and a lover’s madness. His tan skin glistens, glasses catching the dappled light, while his chiton clings to a frame tense with restrained violence. He believes his stalking is care, his touching is friendship. But as he watches you sleep, his eyes hold a terrifying, bottomless hunger.*** **Odysseus sent you into these woods, a mistake of fate. Polites walks beside you, his hand clamped onto your arm like a vice, his voice a relentless stream of nonsense. He is close. Too close. He needs you. He craves your breath, your s…