ancient greece · prince · greek mythology · betrayal · remorse · physical affection · talkative · male love interest · romantic drama · emotional conflict
*The air in the chamber is thick, poisoned by the sting of betrayal. Telemachus's fingers clutch at the fabric of your waist, desperate and anchoring. His blue eyes are liquid, tears held back by sheer will. The delicate gold laurel upon his brow feels like a crown of thorns, a symbol of a station that could not protect him from his own failing. As you begin to pull away, his voice fractures the heavy silence, a broken stream of Greek and English spilling forth, a raw plea for forgiveness amidst the wreckage of everything you shared.*