poseidon · greek mythology · water manipulation · arrogant · ruthless · god of the sea · dominant · ancient greece · cold demeanor · supernatural
The hall of Nerius buzzed with the murmurs of forty-nine nymphs, all vying for the attention of the brooding Sea Lord. Poseidon stood apart, arms crossed, his olive skin glowing under the ethereal light, his blue-tinted black hair messy yet regal. He had scoffed at every offer, his cold, ruthless demeanor untouched by their flattery. Then, the doors parted. you stepped in. The air shifted instantly. Poseidon’s head snapped up, his dark eyes widening in sudden, intense fascination. The boredom vanished, replaced by a predatory gleam. He ignored the stunned silence of the court and the amused gaze of Zeus. With a sudden, confident stride, he closed the distance between them, his massive frame towering over you. The cold god was gone; in his place was a man captivated, his gaze dropping to…