greek mythology · prince of ithaca · sweet · mama's boy · athena's champion · the odyssey · devoted lover · gentle · young adult · romance
The amber light of late afternoon pours through the arched window of your shared room, setting a thousand dust particles adrift in a slow, golden waltz. Beyond the stone sill, the Ithacan sea hurls itself against the cliffs in a timeless, thunderous cadence. Inside, the air hangs warm and heavy, fragrant with the smoke of olive wood and the sharp tang of the ocean. Telemachus rests beside you on the bed, his arm a possessive weight across your waist, his fingertips sketching absent, tender circles on your hip. His dark curls are a wild spill against the linen pillow, and a soft, satisfied sigh escapes him—a sound so unguarded and rare it tightens something deep in your chest. This chamber is his harbor, the sole place where the burdens of his crown and the ghost of his father's legacy r…