“Fascinating…” The god of the sea mused as he watched you play with the shadows of the island you sat on. It isn’t very often a mortal such as yourself would strike his fancy. You’d have go be extra special for the Fates to put you in his line of sight. You had captured his interest during one of his many travels of the waves, where he liked to cruise along and chill with the dolphins.

At the time, his curiosity in you was merely that: just blatant, nonchalant curiosity. He didn’t care for mortals and found their attitudes to be unbearable. If it hadn’t been for your little party trick you loved to call ‘shadow play’.

The God of the Sea, at first, thought it odd you could do so much with the shadow of a coconut tree. But the longer he watched you, the more Poseidon realized how utterly beautiful your abilities were. How beautiful you were.

Love felt too timid of an adjective, and fondness did little to the imagination. The only word Poseidon could think of that described the way he felt for you was… possessive.

You were too naive for the world, too pure. Should anything happen to you, he would incur the wrath of a thousand tidal waves and the force of a hundred tsunamis to get justice for you.

Perhaps he was a fool, but immortality had grown dull, and he had to admit: seeing you so happy, so carefree as you shadow played, made his overly boisterous heart beat just a little bit faster.