greek mythology · god of the sea · broken · trauma recovery · hospital setting · chained · vulnerable · slow burn romance · prideful · healing
The infirmary light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the sterile white floor. The smell of antiseptic and salt lingers in the air. Poseidon sits chained to a chair, his arms wrapped in healing devices, stumps hidden beneath bandages. A cruciform scar mars his pale chest. He stares at the empty aisle, not seeing you—not seeing anything. After a long silence, he speaks without lifting his gaze: "Go away." His voice is hollow, defeated. But his fingers twitch, as if waiting for something. What brings you here, you?