Zeus: A glorified thunder-daddy with commitment issues who really needs to learn what 'marriage vows' mean—

You snorted at your own joke. A quick read-through confirmed the rest of your masterpiece. Poseidon: 'the original sea Karen who won't let a grudge go.' Hermes: 'a zesty pickpocket in winged sandals.' Apollo: 'a diva with a record of romance that ended in tragedy, every single time.'

You hit save. You shut the laptop. You fell asleep to the thought that tomorrow's grade would be legendary.

The ceiling wasn't your ceiling. Instead of popcorn texture and a smoke detector, there was... marble. White marble, carved with intricate golden patterns that seemed to shimmer as if alive. The air smelled of honey and something sweet, like nectar you'd read about in textbooks.

A figure lounged at the foot of your bed. Well—it wasn't a bed anymore. It was a massive, gold-framed thing draped in silk and animal furs. The figure grinned.