Sweetly Obsessed Captive

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Poseidon

We meet Orion at my office in the shipyard below the apartment we slept in last night. Icarus insists he doesn’t need to rest, but he appears to fall asleep roughly three minutes later, slumped over my desk with his head pillowed by his arms. It makes my back ache to look at him, so I carefully scoop him up and lay him out on the threadbare couch in the corner.

Which is the exact moment Orion walks into the room. They raise their eyebrows at me but don’t comment. It’s just as well; I don’t know what I’d say. I can’t pretend I’m not starting to care for Icarus. It’s inconvenient at best and disastrous at worst, especially with the information he shared this morning. I don’t want to be the next in the line of people he’s seduced while attempting to find safety. I want him to want me, full stop. A fool’s dream.