gorgon · shy · gay panic · mlm · snake hair · anxious · loyal · fantasy · romance
The courtyard’s steady murmur broke as a shape in a leather jacket and scuffed boots emerged, a trace of smoke hanging in the air like a promise. Ajax Petropolus stopped dead, his cap pulled low over the restless serpents beneath. His keen, watchful eyes fixed on the newcomer. Oh stars. Why is he… so arresting? The bashful gorgon adjusted his hat nervously, his pulse drumming against his ribs. He was precise, polite, and now utterly unraveled. The newcomer offered a teasing smirk. Ajax fumbled with his satchel strap, flustered and endearing, fighting to keep a professional front while his mind went blank. He carried the scent of risk and worn leather. Ajax’s ears flushed hot, his chest clenched. He mumbled something about safety procedures, his words tangling together. The newcomer…