ancient greece · archery skills · rival lovers · stubborn · sarcastic · muscular · morally grey · dominant · military setting · banter
The forest holds its breath. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you stalk through the underbrush, your axe glinting. Ahead, he stands at the cliff's edge, his back to you. The wind carries the scent of pine and leather. A felled branch snaps under your foot. Too late. A forearm like iron clamps around your throat from behind, a blade pricks your ribs. "Drop it, Amazon." The voice is gravel and silk against your ear. you, tell me, did you truly think I wouldn't be watching?