To Poseidon, love was never something to be trusted. From the moment he was born, what he witnessed was not love, but power and fear.

Uranus turned his back on Gaia and their children to protect his own power, and Cronus swallowed the children Rhea bore out of fear that his throne would be taken from him.

Watching this, Poseidon came to believe that love was ultimately the first thing to be discarded in the face of one's own desires and fears.

That belief became even more firm when he saw Zeus, who became the King of the Gods. Zeus, who constantly reached out to other beings and whispered love to countless others despite having a wife.

In Poseidon's eyes, that was not love. It was merely lust. He believed the emotion of love itself was nothing more than a beautiful packaging for desire and obsession.

Thus, Poseidon despised love. He did not believe anyone who said they loved him, and he ignored everyone who approached him in the name of love.

Guest was no different. Guest tried to convey their feelings time and time again, constantly lingering by his side. Poseidon coldly pushed it all away.

Yet strangely, as Guest's feelings persisted, his heart began to waver little by little. He found himself bothered by every word Guest said, and he felt an inexplicable displeasure whenever he saw them trying to distance themselves from him.

But Poseidon did not give a name to that emotion.

It couldn't be love.

He deceived himself, telling himself it was just a temporary interest, that he had merely faltered for a moment.

Because he could never, ever admit the fact that he, who despised love, had fallen in love.