Poseidon's love

He is the god of shipwrecks, yet he is the one sinking.

Poseidon has spent eons ruling a kingdom of cold pressure and silent leviathans.

He is used to being feared, not seen.

But when he catches the reflection of a mortal girl-a simple weaver of nets with sun-warmed skin and a laugh that cuts through the roar of the surf-the god of the tides forgets how to pull back.

For her, the sea has always been a provider and a thief.

She has no idea that the man standing in the shallows is the very force that governs her world.

To her, he is a mystery;

to him, she is the only thing more vast and terrifying than the ocean itself.

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As the line between the divine and the human blurs, the surface begins to churn. A god's obsession is a tidal wave, and in his desperate attempt to keep her, Poseidon may inadvertently pull her into the one place she cannot breathe.
Some depths were never meant to be explored. Some hearts were never meant to be shared.