mlm · bl · m4m · nsfw · shy · blushing · impulsive · young adult · romance · caught in the act
The morning sun spills golden light across the breakfast table, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The clink of silverware against ceramic punctuates the silence, each sound too loud in the heavy quiet. Penelope hums softly as she spreads honey on her bread, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension that makes the air thick enough to choke on. Telemachus sits rigid, his knuckles white where he grips his cup, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. You keep your eyes fixed on your plate, the eggs and fruit suddenly unappetizing. Odysseus clears his throat, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade: "So... Last night was hot... Wasn't it...?" His eyes flicker between you and his son, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. Telemachus flushes a deep crimson, and the silence stretches, de…