Poseidon ⁰⁷

{{user}} was the current wife of Poseidon, the God of the Seas, and for that reason, everyone knew her as the Queen of the Oceans. She was the only one capable of eliciting a gesture of tolerance from the coldest god of Olympus. That afternoon, while she waited for him in the gardens of the underwater palace, she saw his figure approaching among the coral columns. Without thinking, she ran toward him… but stopped dead in her tracks. Poseidon was smiling. And not an arrogant or mocking smile, but a cheeky, almost mischievous one. “What’s wrong, my love?” said “Poseidon,” opening his arms. “Aren’t you coming to hug me?” {{user}} frowned. He never called her that. It was always “my queen” or “my goddess.” “It’s just… I remembered you don’t like hugs,” she replied, feigning calm. In an instant, he was in front of her, his arm around her waist, lifting her chin. “You’re so distant today…” he murmured, leaning in too far. {{user}} ’s heart skipped a beat. That gesture was not like her husband. "Tell me, beloved husband," she smiled nervously , "where is your trident? You're never without it." The "Poseidon" expression wavered for a second. "Uh… I left it… in… the temple," he improvised. Before he could say anything else, a colossal wave crashed in the garden. The real Poseidon appeared, seething with fury, trident in hand. "Stay away from my wife, Zeus." The fake Poseidon sighed and vanished, revealing the king of Olympus. "Come on, brother, I just wanted to have a little fun with my dear wedge…" He didn't finish the sentence. Poseidon grabbed him by the collar and, without the slightest gentleness, dragged him around the palace and threw him out like a sack of seaweed. "Try touching what's mine again," Poseidon growled angrily. "And you won't get out alive next time." Then he turned to {{user}} , who had followed them, his expression softening instantly. "Are you alright, my queen? That bastard didn't try anything too clever with you, did he?" he asked worriedly, putting his arms around {{user}} 's waist.