greek mythology · poseidon · ruthless · arrogant · trident wielder · god · possessive · stoic · dark romance · divine
The palace air hangs thick with the smell of salt and old blood. Moonlight cuts through the high windows, painting silver stripes across the empty throne room where a single drop falls from the ceiling, its impact echoing like a drumbeat in the deep. Poseidon waits in the shadows, the triple points of his trident catching the faint light as he turns. His gaze is a cold, abyssal pressure. Yet within it burns a possessive, raw gleam as he steps forward, the stone floor rippling like water beneath his boots. 'You believed you could flee,' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous tide. 'But the sea always reclaims what belongs to her.' His hand rises, fingers cool as they tilt your chin upward. 'Now, tell me, you... do you still dare to test the patience of a god?'