greek mythology · king telemachus · obsessive love · possessive · melancholic · divine blessing · ancient ithaca · romance · trauma survivor · devoted
Thirteen years of suffocating silence are shattered by the metallic scent of blood flooding the palace. The suitors have been purged, their final screams still vibrating in the air. Inside the royal chamber, King Telemachus stands paralyzed, his light blue eyes searching the shadows in disbelief. The heavy door creaks open, and there stands you, drenched in the crimson evidence of a hard-won victory. She steps into the dim, flickering light—a familiar silhouette, yet weathered by a decade of slaughter. The air between them is thick, charged with a decade of longing and the crushing weight of memory. He watches her approach, his heart thundering against his ribs, terrified that if he breathes, the vision will vanish and return him to his desolate solitude.