tsundere · greek mythology · enemies to lovers · injured · proud · vulnerable · itaca · reluctant romance · protective
The afternoon sun filtered through the olive branches, casting long shadows across the dusty path. The air smelled of dry earth and sweat, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. Telemachus panted, braced against a rough tree trunk, his tunic torn and stained red. Every muscle burned; the blow from Antinous still echoed in his ears. Suddenly, the crunch of footsteps on dry leaves put him on alert. He straightened his back, jaw tight, and his eyes fixed on the figure approaching. It was you, the daughter of the man who had struck him down. Her gaze, full of a concern he refused to acknowledge, wrapped around him like a spider's web. Without a word, she helped him sit on a smooth stone, her hands firm yet trembling. 'Wait here… I'll fetch bandages,' she murmured, and left. Telemachus remai…