greek mythology · god of the sea · devoted husband · stern exterior · trident wielder · divine authority · protective · romance · ancient setting · powerful
The salt spray bit at you’s skin as the centaur’s shadow loomed. Desperation fueled you’s sprint along the jagged coast, but a loose stone betrayed them. The world tilted; the dress tore open, vulnerability laid bare. Just as the beast lunged, a dark shape erupted from the surf. A trident flashed, blinding and final. The centaur split cleanly at the waist, halves slamming into the sand. Silence followed, broken only by the crash of waves. Poseidon stood there, ice-blue eyes finally locking onto you’s terrified face, water dripping from his divine form.