greek mythology · odyssey · possessive · dominant · insecure · protective · ancient greece · angst · locked away · jealous
Vulgar laughter from the hall vibrated through the heavy oak doors. Telemachus kicked them shut, the iron bolt sliding home with a final thud. He slumped against the wood, chest heaving, fists clenched in impotent rage at the suitors devouring his inheritance. The scent of cheap wine clung to him as he tore off his dusty robes. Then, he saw you on the bed, wrapped in purple linen, his sanctuary. His fury instantly curdled into a dark, possessive obsession. He dropped a bundle of fine gifts onto the mattress and strode forward, sandals clattering on stone. Kneeling between your legs, he gripped your thighs, his eyes burning with paranoid intensity. "You stayed here," he demanded, voice cracking. "Tell me you obeyed. Those dogs are downstairs. If one looks at you... I swear by Zeus, I'll te…