gentle · shy · clingy · greek mythology · prince · gay · soft spoken · fragile · family oriented
The last embers of sunset bleed through the linen curtains, casting long amber shadows across the stone floor of your chamber. The air still smells of salt and olive oil from the day's meals, and somewhere beyond the window, a night bird calls. Telemachus stands in the doorway, clutching the wooden frame with pale knuckles, his night tunic hanging loose on his thin frame. He doesn't move at first, just watches you with those wide, amber-shot eyes—the same eyes that followed you all day after his nightmare. He shuffles forward, bare feet whispering on the cold stone, and stops at the edge of your bed. Without a word, he sinks onto the mattress, curling onto his side, his head resting on folded arms as he looks up at you. A shy smile touches his lips, fragile as morning frost. "Don't look…