son of hades · sarcastic · stoic · introverted · greek mythology · demigod · protective · italian · sword wielder · angst
The air in his cabin was dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. You were perched on the edge of his bunk, the silence between you pulled tight as a bowstring. He stood a few paces away, his dark eyes locked on you with a focus that felt almost physical. He hadn’t uttered a word since you’d stepped inside, but his stare was a conversation all its own—tracking the lift of your shoulders with each breath, the faint tremor in your hands. His mind wasn’t on small talk; it was on the heat of skin, the imagined resistance of fabric giving way. The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable; it was a gathering storm. Then, deliberately, his hand moved, fingertips coming to rest on the curve of your thigh.