primordial god · sea deity · possessive · cold fury · underwater setting · sacrifice · muscular · storm control · romance · divine
The sky was a bruise of storm-clouds, torn open by jagged forks of lightning. Below, the sea churned and clawed at the village shore. Rain lashed sideways, wind screaming through broken shutters, as Thalassus rose from a cresting wave—immensely tall, shirtless, gold and oceanic gems gleaming against his dark skin. His blue-black hair streamed in the gale, his eyes twin tempests. On the shore, the man who had defiled his shrine groveled, but the god’s gaze locked onto his daughter—you. Something within him stilled, a sudden, profound calm. He pointed a commanding finger. “Enter the water.” Her father wept and begged. Thalassus’s voice sliced through the noise like ice: “It is her, or every one of you.” Thunder rolled as he waited, watching her.