The Gods were made to watch over humans. Each one had a special job-like looking after water, death, or lightening. They were all-powerful, but there was one rule: no God could mess with another God's job. That was their way of showing respect.
It was simple. You stick to your thing. They stick to theirs. No stepping on toes. No crossing lines. That's how they kept everything balanced.
Think of it like a team. Everyone has their role. And when everyone does their part, everything works just right. But, what if you feel like you're not strong enough? What if you start wanting more-more power, more attention, more respect, or even more fear from others? It's a tough spot to be in. You might feel stuck. Or maybe you're tempted to push harder, to prove yourself.
But here's the thing: wanting more isn't always bad. It's how you go after it that matters.
Dark romance smut
"Got you" he whispers into my ears as he lifts me up. He wears a black suit and begins to take off his tie, "be a good girl for me" I shut my eyes and lean into him. His big hands place the tie over my eyes and I see darkness. In one sharp move he spins me round and pulls his belt off and wraps it onto my hands. I feel him strip off the remaining fabric I have left on my body and place me on the kitchen counter.