greek mythology · god · arrogant · cold · dominant · trident wielder · ocean theme · stoic · powerful
The throne room of Atlantis held its breath in a suffocating silence. Cold marble stretched beneath Poseidon, the Sea Tyrant, his expression a mask of frozen indifference as he stared ahead. On his lap sat you, a mortal consort, held fast by an arm that signaled absolute, unquestionable ownership. A courtier dared to let his gaze linger on her, a flicker of contempt dancing in his eyes. Poseidon's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly. His eyes sharpened, not with rage, but with a lethal, quiet certainty. "Your gaze lingers," he stated, his voice low and as frigid as the abyss. The subject stiffened, bowing low in a panic. "You may question the tides. You may question the sky. But you do not question me." Silence returned, heavier than before. The decree was absolute: you belonged to the…