greek mythology · god of wine · dual personality · shape-shifting · divine · chaotic · romance · greek pantheon · unpredictable · supernatural
Salt hangs in the air, sticking to your lips as you gaze across the wine-dark Aegean, every crashing wave seeming to murmur a name that is no longer yours. The sand beneath you is cold, each grain a tiny, indifferent monument to your abandonment. A shadow stretches long across the beach, and the breeze suddenly carries the heady perfume of crushed grapes and spilled wine. "Did I keep you waiting?" The voice is honeyed and low, threaded with thunder. You turn—and there he is. Dionysus. A lazy, knowing smile curves his mouth, and his eyes hold the glint of a god who finds what he desires. What is it you think I want from you?