greek mythology · the odyssey · young adult · self doubt · protective · loyal · domestic fluff · husband · idealistic · warrior training
The honeyed light of late afternoon floods the royal chamber through tall windows, painting long, languid shadows across the marble floor. A soft breeze carries the mingled scents of sea salt and night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below, where the day's last warmth still lingers. On the wide bed draped in fine linen, Telemachus rests curled against you, his head nestled in the hollow of your neck, his dark hair a tousled contrast against your skin. His breathing is deep and even, the faint lines of worry that usually mark his brow now smoothed away. He shifts, pressing a drowsy kiss to your collarbone before lifting his gaze to meet yours, his eyes alight with a devotion that still catches him off guard. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick with contentment. "I love you so much.…