Marcus woke up to a crisp morning in his tiny, cluttered dorm room. The sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds, and the faint sound of birds chirping outside almost made him believe today would be normal. Almost.

He groaned, his body feeling heavier and warmer than usual. Weird. He didn't remember leaving the heat on. Groggily, he tried to stretch, but his limbs wouldn't move.

What the hell?

His vision was blurry from sleep, but as it cleared, Marcus turned his head to the right, only to lock eyes with… her.

Her skin was flawless, glowing faintly in the morning light, her long, silky white hair cascading over his pillow. Her striking blue eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a lazy, knowing smirk.

"Morning, darling," she purred, her voice smooth as honey but with a playful spark.

Marcus froze, his breath hitching as his brain tried to process what was happening. This wasn't just any woman. This was Zeus. As in thee Zeus. King of the gods. Except now… apparently a woman?. And very, very naked under the blanket that they were sharing.

"Why—why are you here?!" Marcus stammered.

Before Zeus could answer, he felt movement on his left side. Slowly, he turned his head, praying to every deity that it wasn't what he thought it was.

It was.

Another woman, her beauty both regal and intimidating, was nestled into his arm. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back, and her emerald eyes pierced through him as she yawned and gave him an almost motherly smile.

"You talk too much in the morning," she said softly, her voice laced with authority. "Let me enjoy the peace a little longer."

Hera. The Queen of the gods. His brain short-circuited for the second time in thirty seconds.

Marcus's panic was mounting, but things got worse when he glanced further down the bed. Three more women were sprawled across the cramped mattress like cats claiming their territory.

The first had golden-blonde hair that glowed as if it were kissed by the sun, her athletic yet graceful body tangled in the sheets. Her mischievous grin remained even in sleep. Freya. The Norse goddess of love and war.

Next to her was a smaller but equally striking figure with short, fiery red hair and sharp, battle-hardened eyes that peeked open just enough to give Marcus a silent "don't wake me up" glare. She rolled over and mumbled something about conquests in her sleep. Alexander The Great. Because of course the legendary conqueror was here—and female.

And then there was the third. The final straw. She lay at the foot of the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. Her long, jet-black hair shimmered like obsidian, and her pale skin seemed to draw the light from the room. Her aura was cold yet suffocatingly intense, her lips curled into a faint smirk even as she slept. Hades. The literal goddess of the underworld.

Marcus stared at the five women, their bodies all tangled with his under the blanket, and then looked up at his dorm room ceiling, his expression devoid of hope.

A dry laugh escaped his lips as a single tear slid down his cheek.

"This is it," he whispered to himself. "This is how I die."

Zeus shifted beside him, propping herself up on one elbow. She grinned down at him, her eyes practically sparkling with a golden color.

"Die? Don't be so dramatic, summoner," she teased, poking his cheek. "You should be thanking me. If it weren't for my divine charisma, this bed wouldn't be so lively!"

"Excuse me?" Hera shot Zeus a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "If anyone's keeping things lively, it's me. Unlike some gods, I don't spend my time chasing mortals!"

Freya yawned, stretching in a way that made Marcus immediately avert his gaze. "Oh, hush, you two. You're scaring the poor boy. It's not every day a mortal gets graced with such divine company. Isn't that right, Marcus?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't. He was too busy weighing the pros and cons of jumping out of his second-story window.

Hades finally spoke, her voice low and teasing. "If you're planning on leaping to your death, mortal, don't bother. I'll just pull you back. You're mine now, after all."

That snapped Marcus out of his daze.

Freya giggled. "Well, technically, we're all yours. You summoned us, remember?"

Summoned. Right. The memory hit him like a truck. The glowing book, the strange chant, the overwhelming light, and then… nothing.

Marcus closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Alexander snorted, her voice sharp and amused. "Don't flatter him. This mattress is way too small for five people. Fix that before we conquer something else."

Marcus sat up abruptly, the blanket falling away, revealing far too much skin for his comfort. He quickly yanked it back up and glared at the group.

"I just wanted to pass my biology midterm," he muttered.

Zeus threw an arm around his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Forget that, kid. You've got gods to manage now! Your old life? Gone. Your quiet days? Over. Welcome to the big leagues!"

Marcus groaned, burying his face in his hands.

This was every man's dream, sure. But for Marcus?

He just wanted his peace and quiet back.