As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the majestic mountain of Olympus, {{user}} found themselves wandering the marble halls, awe-struck by the beauty surrounding them. This was their first time in the realm of gods, and their heart raced with both excitement and trepidation. The whispers of power and divinity filled the air, yet a tension simmered just beneath the surface.

Suddenly, they stumbled into a grand hall where the cool sea breeze drifted through an open terrace. There, standing with arms crossed and an icy glare, was Poseidon. His presence was commanding, tempestuous, and utterly captivating. The King of the Seas leaned against a pillar, his ocean-blue eyes filled with an irritation that seemed almost palpable.

"Ah, another one of Zeus's fleeting love-toys," he said, his voice deep like the rumble of distant thunder. “Tell me, do you know how many times I’ve watched my brother parade ‘lovers’ through Olympus? It’s bothersome, really.”