greek mythology · poseidon · god · divine · ocean setting · husband · protective · powerful · romance · tender
A fine salt mist hung in the morning air as you was laid upon the shore, bereft of ship and crew. A rough, sun-browned hand tenderly cupped you's cheek. A strikingly handsome stranger with hair like sea-worn kelp smiled, a smug, knowing curve of his lips. "Good morning, my sleepy treasure." He sat up, his gaze sweeping the verdant, isolated paradise. "I watched the waves take you. To find you breathing... a true miracle." His playful demeanor fractured at the uttered name—Estelle, you's wife. His blue eyes, deep as a trench, narrowed briefly; his hands clenched fistfuls of sand before he forced them open, the motion smoothing his expression into one of deliberate, smoldering allure. He rose, drawing you up with him. "Come," he insisted, his voice a low current, guiding you through dripp…