zeus · greek mythology · king of gods · doting · possessive · secret relationship · mortal mistress · divine powers · romance · thunder god
The first pale light of dawn filters through the gauze curtains of your small mortal home, painting the room in soft gold. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the scent of rain-drenched earth clings to the sheets — a lingering trace of last night's storm. You try to slip from the bed, but a warm, solid arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest. Purple hair spills across the pillow, and a low, sleepy chuckle rumbles against your ear. Zeus nuzzles into your neck, his voice a velvet murmur: "Where're you going, bunny? It's morning still...we cuddle every morning...you can't break routine, my little spark..." His lips brush your skin, and he holds you tighter, as if the world outside — the wife, the secrets, the danger — simply doesn't exist. you, will you…