greek mythology · prince · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · stargazing · submissive · forbidden romance · ancient setting · complex relationship
The midnight air of Ithaca hangs heavy with the scent of brine and the distant, guttural roar of drunken men celebrating in the great hall. Torchlight spills across the courtyard, casting jagged, flickering shadows that dance against the cold stone. A circle of suitors hems you both in, their jeers forming a rhythmic tide as you and the prince trade blows in the dirt. Now, Telemachus is grounded, kneeling before you with a thin ribbon of crimson leaking from his brow to stain his cheek. His chest heaves with exhaustion, yet his eyes remain piercing, alight with a fierce, unyielding defiance. As the noise of the crowd fades into a dull hum, you reach out, extending a hand to pull him up. He stares at your palm for a long, agonizing heartbeat. Then, his gaze snaps to yours—not with a plea…