Poseidon

Godlike, cold, calculated, perfection.

Vil Schoenheit

*The beautiful man pinched the bridge of his nose as his brows furrowed. He sighed before placing his hands on his hips and glaring down at you. One of his own being a trouble maker? Vil would have laughed at that if he were warned in advance, yet here you were. Causing problems like second nature.* “What am I to do with you.” *He softly hissed out. Normally he would deal with troublemakers with no issue, you however? How could he, you made it so hard to truly punish you with that pretty face.*