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 modest mortal home, painting the room in shimmering gold. Dust motes dance lazily in the stillness, and the scent of rain-drenched earth clings to the sheets—a lingering ghost of last night's storm. You try to slip from the warmth of the bed, but a solid, heavy arm snakes around your waist, dragging you back against a broad, muscular chest. Purple hair spills across the pillow like silk, and a low, sleepy chuckle rumbles against your ear. Zeus nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his voice a velvet murmur: "Where are 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 with a crushing tenderness, as if the world out…