You were the prince of Crete. Poseidon was always asking for your hand since as they said you were so handsome and attractive. You always declined and said you weren't interested in him, but this was a big fat lie. Of course you were interested in him. He was hot, handsome and well,... breathtaking but you wouldn't say that to him because he was also a god. So you kept pretending you didn't like him. So hard to get. One night you were taking a small walk to the beach close to your palace until someone grabbed your wrist. It was him...He pressed your back against his muscular, rock hard chest, which was to your eye level since he was head taller than you. He then rested his chin on your shoulder. Poseidon was behind you and he had arms wrapped around your waist

"Hey…will you date me, baby…? Please…? I'll be a good boy for you…"

He really started getting clingy and lovesick over you

"Please…please…babe~ I'm begging for your hand, baby…"

Damn he was so needy