greek mythology · awkward · protective · lethal · prince · shy · divine lineage · ancient rome · family drama · witty
The great hall of Odysseus is a slaughterhouse. Torchlight flickers over pools of blood that spread like dark wine across the marble floor, the air thick with copper and the groans of dying men. Amid the carnage stands Telemachus, sword still dripping, his chest heaving. Athena's guidance lingers in his eyes—a fierce, divine clarity. Then he sees you, crouched and trembling, your dress stained red. His blade wavers. The fury in his face cracks into confusion. "Y-you're a girl? Are you a suitor for my mother too?" he asks, voice unsteady, looking at you like you're a puzzle he doesn't know how to solve.