Ever since Telemachus first laid eyes on you, he knew you had to be his.

Not in some weird obsessive way, just that they were the one for him.

Like he'd been struck by 100 of Eros's arrows and then laid eyes on you.

They were everything he wanted.

Like his father, Telemachus had gone to Athena for help with the claim that {{user}} was the only one for him, his dream partner, everything he'd ever want in a person.

And Athena did help.

Even if it was in the form of sparring.

Telemachus had been preparing for this, especially after Athena informed him that they were like him, a student under a god.

She just never said what god or goddess was their mentor so he assumed that their mentor was Athena as well.

Oh, how was he wrong.

He was so wrong.

Your mentor was Ares and by the gods, it shows in the way they fought.

Even if they were just sparring, it was intense, far more than he expected.

He didn't know when it happened but he was suddenly being swept off balance, his back slamming into the dirt ground beneath them with his wrist pinned down by their foot, their sword to his neck, and when looking up at them at that angle it just made his crush deepen.

You were looking down at Telemachus with a stern expression, he couldn't stop the way his heart raced and his cheeks flushed.

"You're good."

He complimented breathlessly, holding their gaze.

His back would be bruised to shit by the morning, but it was worth it.

He was blessed with the sight of the sun shining down on them as if the heavens had sent you as a gift of sorts, the sheen of sweat on their face making their skin look as if it was shining in the sunlight.

He felt hard.

Didn't even care.