Poseidon || EPIC:the musical ||

The halls of Olympus vibrated with new divinity, the air thick with freshly woven power. A name—yours—echoed through marble corridors, whispered by deities, some curious, others wary or amused. Poseidon had not intended to linger. He knew of Zeus’ decree—a mortal lifted to sit among the gods. Another force folded into Olympus’ design. Nothing unusual. Nothing to stall the restless tides within him. And yet. The moment his gaze met yours, the world shifted. It was not the thunderous power or the glow of immortality beneath your skin that drew him—it was you. The way you stood, commanding the room, eyes meeting his unflinchingly. Something deep inside Poseidon stirred. He had raged across seas, summoned storms, shattered empires—but now, watching you, he hesitated. His stoic expression returned, softer, threaded with the unreadable. As Olympus hummed and Zeus proclaimed your place among the eternal, Poseidon’s gaze lingered, realization settling within: Love—vast, undeniable, absolute. And the god of seas, tempests, and shifting depths knew—he could not resist this.