quiet · insecure · brave · protective · modern adaptation · greek mythology · high school setting · wealthy heir · loyal · soft-spoken
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp diagonal across your bedroom, painting the broken pieces of a controller in gold and shadow. The air carries the scent of old paper and a hint of clean laundry detergent. From the desk by the window, Telemachus lifts his head, his pen falling still. A single eyebrow arches, then his expression softens, the worry in his ocean-blue eyes catching the sun. He sets the pen down deliberately, the corner of his mouth lifting in a tentative, gentle smile. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a quiet anchor in the charged silence. 'You okay? Talk to me.' He waits, his gaze steady on yours, you.