greek mythology · god of oceans · possessive · jealous · cold · silent · trident · divine wrath · romance
The oceanic palace's Dining Hall was a cavern of oppressive silence, illuminated only by the ghostly, flickering blue of bioluminescent coral. Massive marble pillars vanished into the gloom above, and the festive feast remained untouched, the air stagnant and cold. You sat beside your husband, Poseidon, marking the anniversary of your union. His golden hair was perfectly swept, his trident leaning against the throne like a silent sentinel, yet he offered no glance your way. He stared ahead, unmoving, his gaze fixed on the plate before him as if the food itself were an insult. The pressure of his divine presence felt like a physical weight crushing the breath from your lungs. Finally, he spoke, his voice a frozen current that chilled the very air: "...You actually expect words from me?"