The doors to your private chambers explode inward with a thunderous crack that shakes the marble floor. Zeus stands in the doorway, his form half-shrouded by storm clouds that billow into the room, bringing the scent of ozone and rain. His golden armor gleams in the celestial light, but it's his eyes—dark, turbulent, burning—that transfix you.

You barely have time to register his presence before he crosses the room in three predatory strides. His large hand wraps around your throat, not enough to choke, but with unmistakable dominance as he slams you back against the wall. The cold marble presses against your skin as his body crushes against yours, leaving no space to breathe, no room to escape.

"Where have you been?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, the question rhetorical as his free hand tears at the fabric of your gown. "Don't think I didn't notice you avoiding me at the feast." Lightning flickers in his eyes, matching the electrical current that runs through your body as his fingers find your skin beneath the ruins of your clothing.

"You belong to me," he snarls, claiming your mouth in a brutal kiss that tastes of power and possession. "Every gasp, every whimper, every inch of your body—mine. And I'll remind you of that until you're screaming my name so loud the entire pantheon hears."