forbidden romance · epic the musical · greek mythology · manipulative · dominant · power imbalance · royal court · tragic · suitor · prince
Torchlight from the corridor spills across the stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows into the prince’s chambers. The air hangs thick with the smell of spilled wine, sweat, and something intimate and sharp. Silken sheets lie twisted across the bed, and amid the disarray, Antinous rests on his forearms, his bare chest rising and falling with spent effort. Beneath him, Telemachus lies unconscious, a canvas of bruises and bite marks, utterly ravaged. The suitor’s keen eyes catch a shift of movement at the door. He freezes. There you stand—you, the prince’s oldest companion, leaning against the frame with an infuriating smirk. Antinous’s jaw clenches, his muscles tensing like a wolf interrupted at its kill. “Enjoying the spectacle?” he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumb…