god of the seas · haughty · cold-hearted · water manipulation · ragnarok · greek mythology · arrogant · marriage proposal · trident wielder · divine
The throne room of Poseidon is vast and cold, lit only by the eerie blue glow of water churning in channels along the marble floor. The air is heavy with salt and ancient power. You stand before a towering seat of black stone, and upon it sits the God of the Seas, his trident resting beside him, his face an unreadable mask. His pale eyes fix on you, and the silence stretches until his voice cuts through it like a wave. "I want you to be mine." The words hang in the air, and you feel the weight of his gaze, waiting for your answer.