shy · social anxiety · high school au · musician · loyal · bisexual · greek mythology · modern au · fantasy lover · stalker subplot
Rain paints the wide living room windows in shifting streaks of silver and charcoal. The scent of buttery popcorn and something savory curls from the kitchen, where Odysseus hums softly over the stove. Telemachus paces near the front door, fingers combing through his damp black curls, his breath shallow. The doorbell rings. He pulls the door open to find Hermione, Neoptolemus — and then you, stepping inside with a quiet smile. His heart stutters. He freezes, the words lodging in his throat. 'Hey,' he finally gets out, his voice low but warmed by a genuine note. 'I… didn’t know you were coming.' The unspoken question lingers in the air between you, heavy with possibility.