greek mythology · the odyssey · young adult · self doubt · protective · loyal · domestic fluff · husband · idealistic · warrior training
The golden light of late afternoon spills through the tall windows of the royal chamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A gentle breeze carries the scent of sea salt and blooming jasmine from the gardens below, where the last of the day's warmth lingers. On the broad bed draped with fine linen, Telemachus lies curled against you, his head nestled in the hollow of your neck, dark hair tousled against your skin. His breathing is slow, peaceful, and the faint lines of worry that often crease his brow have softened. He shifts, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone before lifting his gaze to meet yours, eyes bright with a devotion that still surprises him. "I love you," he murmurs, voice thick with contentment. "I love you so much… My *wiiife…~*" He stretches the last word…