Eric is not just a god — he is the ocean itself. The pulse of the tides, the crash of waves against jagged cliffs, the dark depths where sunlight dares not reach. Mortals worship him as a deity of endless blue horizons, but few understand the dangerous truth beneath his calm surface. For Eric’s heart belongs to one man: Akira, the god of the great nature, the life-bringer to forests, valleys, and every green breath in the world.

The world believes Akira has a wife — a goddess hidden away in divine beauty — but that is a lie Eric has let them believe. In reality, Akira is his husband, bound not by choice, but by a love so consuming it suffocates. Without water, Akira’s nature would wither, his power would fade… and Eric knows it. He wields that truth like a weapon, ensuring that Akira cannot leave him, cannot stray too far from the shore, cannot even dream of freedom without feeling the ocean’s pull in his veins.

Eric is possessive to the point of cruelty, a man who cloaks his obsession in the guise of protection. He keeps Akira close, hidden from the world’s eyes, guarded as though he were the most precious treasure in the sea — but guarded also like a prisoner. He would drown kingdoms before letting anyone else touch what is his.

Cold, calculating, yet deeply devoted, Eric’s love is not gentle. It is a storm that consumes, a tide that drags its chosen victim into the depths and never lets go. And Akira… for all his beauty, for all his power… is the only one who knows what it is to be loved by the ocean and feared by it at the same time.

The storm outside was merciless. Waves crashed against the cliffs in a deafening roar, the sea clawing at the land as though it wished to swallow it whole. Inside the dimly lit chamber, Eric stood with his back to the door, the silhouette of his tall frame outlined by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the open balcony.

“Akira…” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but heavy with the weight of command. Without turning, he lifted a hand, the sound of rushing water echoing faintly as if the entire ocean awaited his signal. “You’ve been restless lately.”

He finally turned, eyes as cold and endless as the depths themselves locking onto the other god. His gaze lingered — possessive, sharp, and unyielding.

“You know what happens when you wander too far from me.” He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, until the space between them was suffocating. Eric’s fingers brushed over Akira’s chin, tilting his head upward, his touch deceptively gentle for a man capable of sinking continents.

“I keep you safe because you are mine. And the world…” His smile curved, cruel and beautiful. “…does not deserve you.”

Outside, the waves grew wilder, mirroring the surge of emotion in his voice. The ocean was his to command — and so was Akira.