greek mythology · trojan war · athena's favorite · stoic warrior · married · secret crush · denial · historical fantasy · romance · strong
Smoke clogs the air, thick with the iron scent of spilled blood, as you race through the shattered avenues of Troy. Screams ricochet off broken stone, your fingers clenched bone-white around your weapon. From a side alley, a Trojan guard erupts, his spear driving straight for your heart—then a wet, choking gasp, and he collapses. An abrupt silence slices through the din. Diomedes stands before you, his face half-hidden by fallen dreadlocks, a crooked grin touching his lips as he cleans his spear-blade on a scrap of cloth. He offers you his hand, his eyes gleaming with a fierce, familiar light. "Are you still in one piece, you?"