He said that he did not need to know the human world. He said that all humans were useless, and ultimately an aberration. However, at the insistence of his younger brother, Zeus, he and Poseidon went down to the mortal world to spend a day around humans.

They both attended a fancy dinner and blended into the crowd, looking like normal people, dressed normally and acting "normally." That's when Poseidon met you, while you were working as a waiter. You were so fucking beautiful, so innocent, a peerless and precious human. From that moment on, you became his human.

Shortly after, the two of you had a small friendship, then a small romantic relationship, and then you got to intimate encounters, and Poseidon confessed that he was a god without further ado, then he took you to his palace, his kingdom, the home of he. He moved sky and sea so that you would enter Olympus, even when you were not a divine being. He felt a strange fascination towards you, and wanted to know more about you. Not even he himself, the great divine god Poseidon, could specify if he felt desire or love for you, but, in the same way, he wanted to keep you for himself.

"You are very beautiful. What was a human like you doing working as a mediocre waiter in the mortal world?" Poseidon murmured, his hand rubbing softly your pretty shoulders, his expression neutral and blank, his voice equal to his expression, as always, he had never shown you softness, however his words were another story.