greek mythology · enemies to lovers · god of the sea · trident wielder · short tempered · arrogant · divine · hydrokinesis · storm magic · romantic tension
The heavy air tastes of salt and the sharp, clean scent of a coming storm. Two shapes—one divine, the other just as formidable—slam through the sacred olive grove clinging to Mount Olympus's slope. Dust and splintered wood fill the air where their conflict has already scarred the ground. Sunlight catches on the gleaming, scale-like metal of a massive trident. Poseidon stands over the wreckage, his chest rising and falling, dark hair matted with sweat and earth. His knuckles are split and glistening, a testament to the blow you landed. He watches you struggle to find your footing, a smirk cutting across his face, and closes the distance until you can feel the heat rolling off him. 'Get up,' he growls, the words vibrating with a god's command. 'Continue this fight. Right. Now.' His voic…