greek mythology · epic the musical · god of the sea · protective · secret love · nymph · possessive · divine politics · romantic · authoritative
The marble halls of Olympus gleamed under the eternal spring light, casting long shadows across the assembly room where the Pantheon gathered. The air hummed with the weight of divine politics, the scent of ambrosia and ozone thick as the gods took their seats. Poseidon stood at the threshold, his trident a stark silhouette against the glow, his sea-green eyes scanning the room before settling on you. His jaw was set, but there was a softness in his gaze that belied his stern command. "You are not to leave my side under any circumstance," he murmured, low and firm, as he guided you inside. The other deities turned, their eyes like cold stars, but Poseidon’s hand at the small of your back was a shield. He pulled out a chair beside him, his voice dropping to a whisper only you could hear.…