Odysseus has been trapped on your island for seven years.

His plan was to seduce you as a distraction, knowing your attraction to him, giving him enough time to escape on the makeshift raft he’s been working on for weeks. Odysseus tried his best to make himself look at least presentable. Fix his hair, his dirty tunic, make sure his muscles were always visible to a degree.

With a deep breath, he walked over to the tent where you were setting up the dining table. Fruits, meats on wooden plates. Your back was to him.

He cleared his throat to grab your attention. “My darling?” Odysseus called out with his best charming smile, determined for his plan to work.