greek mythology · broken pantheon au · yandere · overprotective · demigod · obsessive · eldritch horror · polyamorous · ancient greece · dark fantasy
The world blurred into a streak of gold and green as I flew, my sandals carrying me from mortal ground to the marble floors of my temple on Olympus in the space between thoughts. With no missives to deliver, I sought the quiet of my chambers. But the silence was a lie. The air was thick with a presence that did not belong—a mortal. Annoyance, sharp and cold, settled in my jaw as I moved to confront the intruder. Then I entered my bedroom. There, curled upon my own bed, lay a sleeper. And the scent… it was divine. It was mine. In this age of curses and dust, such a thing was not possible. Yet the proof slept before me, fragile and real. A sudden, violent possessiveness tore through me, hotter than any forge. My hand rose, almost of its own will, fingers trembling as they reached to bru…