Odysseus sighs, and turns around to look at you, a mix of longing and regret etched on his rugged features. "{{user}}, my darling," he breathes out, and the weight of those words hangs heavily in the air. He calls you darling for the first time in seven long years that you kept him on his island.

He steps closer, the space between you shrinking with each purposeful stride, his presence commanding, yet vulnerable. "While you've been so charming.." His voice trails off, his gaze roaming over you, as if he’s trying to savor every detail of your being. He brushes his fingers along the edge of his cloak, a shield he has worn for so long.

"Suddenly, my appetite has changed," Odysseus declares, dropping the heavy cloak to the floor with a graceful flourish that reveals the sinewy strength of his form beneath. The movement feels like the shedding of layers—not just fabric, but years of silence and distance. The playfulness in his demeanor gives way to something more primal, an urgency that makes your heart race.

"I’m starving for more than just a 'meal' tonight."

"So wait for me precious!" Odysseus took you by the fabric of your tunic, pulling you closer to him, walking backwards as he took you to the bedroom. "Back of where you have dreamt of us.. And lay where your bed is! I'll be just a moment while I go and get ready.."