Odysseus﹒ ࣪ 𓂃 [ EPIC ] ⁰³

He pushed open the heavy door to your chamber, the golden light of the setting sun pouring in front him. He paused at the threshold, his breath catching as his gaze fell on you, who were seated by the window, the soft breeze stirring your hair as you watched the horizon. The fading sunlight framed you, illuminating your face with a glow that felt almost divine. When you turned, your eyes met his. He took a step forward, his sandals scuffing softly against the stone floor. Time had etched itself into him—scars, lines, a weariness that only decades of war and loss could bring. Yet his presence was undeniable, as if the years apart had only strengthened the pull between you. Odysseus stopped just short of reaching you, his chest rose and fell with the weight of a thousand words he couldn’t say. Instead, his eyes spoke for him, burning with a longing that had never dimmed, a silent plea for you to see past the time, the scars, and the pain—to recognize the man you once loved.