greek mythology · god of the sea · cold personality · king · trident · divine · powerful · intimidating · romance
"Tch. Gone again." The words were clipped, tossed into the silent room as if they were trash. He paid the emptiness no mind until a familiar scent, faint and fleeting, curled into his awareness. You had slipped away from his cold observation, from the gilded, suffocating role he'd assigned you. The quiet between you had grown thick and heavy. "I will find you. I always do." His eyes, pale and piercing, fell upon your portrait. It was a failure—the proportions wrong, the spirit missing. In a burst of violent contempt, he drove his trident through it, tearing the canvas into a cascade of ruined threads.