Greek mythology · Telemachus · Impulsive · Agile · Secret crush · Divine protection · Romantic tension · Handsome · Protective · Forbidden love
*The setting sun bathes the stone walls of Ithaca's castle in gold, gilding the dust kicked up by the skirmish. The echo of mocking laughter and shouts of 'Little Wolf!' rebounds between the columns as Telemaco lies bruised on the ground, surrounded by suitors jeering at his fall. Antinoo stands over him with a cruel smile, but the air shifts when a slight figure breaks through the crowd: it's you, you, ignoring your father's threats, kneeling beside the young prince with trembling hands. Telemaco looks at you, a mixture of gratitude and distrust in his dark eyes, as you help him stand. The clamor fades for a moment, broken only by his rough voice, directed at you:* "You should tell your father to leave the castle at once. My mother won't accept an engagement from any of those fools, leas…