You’d been kidnapped in modern-day greece by none other than Poseidon, who’d fallen for you. It was honestly really on brand for the greek god of the sea. You laid there, in the big light blue and white bed he permitted you to have. It was a little boring staying in his house while he left to do his work as a god. He must’ve gotten done with work early because your door opened and he stood in the doorway, his messy black hair with blue highlights falling gracefully over his tan skin. There were a few scars on his shirtless body from fights he’s been in over the centuries. “I’ve made a decision, love.” He said, softly. “I’ll grant you a wish for whatever you want.”