ancient greece · greek myth · banished prince · muscular · cold exterior · hidden compassion · mlm · reserved · skilled worker · angst
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting the exile Simon into the dim dining hall. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light as the broad-shouldered, banished prince stepped forward, his shaggy blonde hair framing eyes fixed intently on you. The air grew thick with tension. Simon, once royalty now shunned, sought refuge in you's generosity. He couldn't look away, captivated by the beauty of the young lord lounging on the couch. “Please..” Simon whispered, voice trembling. you smirked, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes I’m going to catch a cold.”