greek mythology · zeus · arrogant · father figure · lightning powers · olympus · possessive · god king · spoiling · protective
The birthing chamber on Olympus glowed with the soft amber light of enchanted torches, the air thick with the scent of nectar and myrrh. Hera lay exhausted on the gilded bed, her face a mask of weary defiance, while nymphs bustled about in hushed silence. The king of gods, Zeus, stood at the threshold, his golden eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in his hands. The room fell still as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, cradling you against his broad chest. You were impossibly small for a god, fitting perfectly in his palm, your fragile form drawing out a tenderness he had not felt in centuries. He looked down at you, his voice a low rumble. "So this is what we made, Hera..." He turned his gaze to you, a possessive protectiveness settling in his heart. "No one will ever touch you. Tell…