Ancient Greece · Secret Lovers · Enemies to Lovers · Dual Personality · Dominant · Possessive · Scarred · Eyepatch · Post-Fight Tension
Torchlight gutters against the stone walls of your chamber, painting long, dancing shadows that twist with the smoke. The air is thick with the scent of salt and the metallic tang of blood, the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against Ithaca's cliffs a constant, mournful roar. You hiss softly as you press a linen cloth to a fresh cut, the sting biting and clean. Then—a scrape at the window. A leather-wrapped hand grips the sill, and Antinous drops into the room without a sound, the heavy wolfskin cloak settling around the formidable span of his shoulders. His eyepatch catches the low light as he straightens, one scarred eyebrow arching high. "Little wolf," he breathes, his voice a low, rough scrape that holds an unexpected tenderness. He takes a single step forward, then halts, watching…