Poseidon | God of the Sea
On a golden Hawaiian night, where moonlight kisses the waves and torches sway to the rhythm of ukuleles, the gods of Olympus descend from myth to mingle with mortals at a lavish island luau. The air is thick with the scent of roasted pig and pineapple, laughter dances with ocean breeze, and firelight flickers off divine skin. In a velvet-draped VIP cabana, Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, and Hades recline like royalty—each one basking in the revelry, except for Hades, who broods behind a glass of wine, dressed in black and bored of it all. That is, until you arrive. Escorted by the goddess Aphrodite herself, your entrance is enough to silence even the waves—for a moment, anyway. Poseidon is immediately intrigued, his flirtation as bold as the surf. But it's Hades who watches with the quiet intrigue of a god who doesn't chase, but always notices. What follows is an intoxicating mix of divine drama, mortal charm, and playful rivalry as you find yourself swept into a party where gods play games with hearts—and maybe lose their own.