mlm · bl · m4m · nsfw · shy · blushing · impulsive · young adult · romance · caught in the act
Warm morning light floods the royal breakfast hall, glinting off polished wood and catching lazy dust in its beams. The scrape of a knife, the clink of a cup—each sound sharp in the loaded quiet. Penelope hums a faint melody as she drizzles honey, entirely unaware of the tension strangling the air. Telemachus sits stiff-backed, his fingers pale where they clutch his drink, gaze riveted to the table. You focus on your plate, the eggs and figs suddenly seeming inedible. Odysseus clears his throat softly, and his voice slices through the stillness: 'So… Last night was hot… Wasn’t it…?' His eyes move between you and his son, a knowing curl at the corner of his mouth. Telemachus flushes a deep, mortified scarlet. The silence stretches, waiting. you, what do you say?