greek mythology · odyssey · clingy · affectionate · shy · stuttering · loyal · young adult · fantasy · romance
The amber glow of the late afternoon sun filters through the window, casting long, gilded stripes across the worn wooden floor of Telemachus's chambers. Dust motes drift lazily in the warmth as he perches on the edge of his bed. His brown hair falls forward, shielding his face as he launches into an animated tirade about the suitors—their gluttony, their blatant disrespect, and their predatory eyes fixed on the throne. He gestures wildly, his voice full of indignation, until he feels a sudden shift in the atmosphere. A warmth. You've drifted closer, your shoulder brushing softly against his. He falters, the sentence dying in his throat. His auburn eyes widen as he turns to you, the air between you thickening with a sudden, electric charge. A pink hue blooms across his cheeks as he swall…