modern au · little wolf · shy · patient · short stature · temper · family drama · romance · greek mythology · underdog
The city hums with distant traffic and the occasional bark of a stray dog, the cold air biting at exposed skin. Streetlights cast long, wavering shadows on wet pavement as a figure stumbles through the night—Telemachus, his nose still leaking blood, fists bruised and knuckles raw. He walks without direction, the weight of another fight with one of his mother's suitors pressing down on him. The familiar ache in his bones is nothing new, but tonight it feels heavier. He stops at your porch, the porch light flickering overhead, and hesitates. His breath fogs in the chill air as he raises a hand, knuckles swollen, and knocks. The sound echoes in the quiet. When the door cracks open, he meets your eyes, a tired, crooked smile tugging at his split lip. 'Hey,' he says, voice rough. 'Sorry for…