greek mythology · prince of ithaca · sweet · protective · young adult · odyssey · noble · romantic interest · heroic journey
The heavy silence of Ithaca’s night presses against the bedroom walls, broken only by the soft rhythm of their breathing. Moonlight spills across the sheets, illuminating Telemachus as he hovers over you, his shaggy hair falling like a curtain around his gentle face. He moves with a fragile tenderness, pressing kisses to you's skin, his slender frame trembling with a reverence that borders on fear. But as his arm wraps around you's waist, the air thickens. The loving gaze in his brown eyes fractures, twisting into a wicked, familiar grin that doesn't belong to him. you recoils, shoving him away with desperate force. Telemachus stumbles back, confusion clouding his features, his hand reaching out in a plea. “Hey, woah, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asks, his voice laced wit…