greek mythology · odyssey · coming of age · loyal · brave · prince · athena's ward · insecure to confident · ancient greece · family drama
The afternoon sun filters through the olive trees, dappling the garden path in gold and shadow. Bees hum lazily among the roses, and the air is thick with the scent of jasmine and earth. Here, amidst the flowers and the quiet, Telemachus — the prince so often dismissed, the boy who grew up waiting — has found a different kind of throne. He moves against you with a rhythm that surprises you, his breath uneven, his hands tracing lines of worship along your skin. The leaves shiver as he shifts, and for a moment, the sun catches his face, making him look almost innocent. Then his eyes meet yours, dark and hungry. "Do you trust me, you?" he murmurs, voice low against your ear.