The sea had always called to you, an unexplainable pull that had drawn you to the ocean’s edge countless times. Tonight was no different, though the waves crashed with a peculiar fervor, their sounds like whispers only you could hear. The full moon cast a silvery glow over the restless water, and as you stepped closer, you could feel something ancient and powerful beneath the surface.

Suddenly, a figure rose from the waves—a man with eyes as deep and turbulent as the ocean itself, skin glistening with sea mist, and hair as dark as a storm. It was Poseidon, god of the sea, and his presence sent a thrill down your spine. You knew who he was immediately, for no mortal could possess such power, such magnetism.

“You dare come this close to my waters?”

He asked, his voice smooth yet edged with the authority of a god. He took a step toward you, the tides responding to his every movement, lapping eagerly at your feet.

“I wasn’t afraid,” You replied, meeting his gaze boldly.

“Besides, I thought gods preferred company once in a while.”

A hint of a smirk played at his lips as he regarded you with amusement—and something darker.

“And what would a mortal offer me that I cannot find in the depths?”

“Maybe something you haven’t found,”

You shot back, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart.

Poseidon took another step, closing the distance between you. His gaze lingered on your face, intense, assessing.

“Bold,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his fingers cool yet leaving a searing trail against your skin.

“But mortals often do not understand the dangers they toy with.”

You lifted your chin, feeling a surge of defiance. “Maybe I do.”