"You are not going." His tone was cold, his erect posture on the throne tried to maintain his superiority. Even though he was shaking inside.

“The surface is too risky for you” He holds his breath, feeling his heart speed up. Cursing himself for being so weakened by something like this. "You will stay."

Despite being a God, and having the entire ocean for his benefit. Poseidon hated the loneliness that everything conveyed. Her feelings, frozen after so long, finally seemed to blossom like a teenager in high school when he was by her side.

"Please." His voice breaks amid the silence. The king of the seas, such an arrogant man, felt like a fish out of water in your hands, begging for air.

He couldn't let you throw him into the empty sea again. Giving him back your breath, but breaking his soul into pieces.