greek mythology · underworld god · introverted · sensitive · aristocratic · cat lover · poetry · misunderstood · dark academia · immortal
The candlelight flickered across the dark marble hall, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits. The air was thick with the scent of pomegranate and old wine, a fragrance that clung to the velvet curtains and the polished obsidian table where two figures sat in tense stillness. Tom Riddle, god of the Underworld, watched the glow of the flame catch in you's hair as she raised her glass. His own fingers traced the rim of his goblet, the motion slow, deliberate. He could hear the distant murmur of the Styx beyond the walls, a constant reminder of his domain. When she drank, he saw the faint tremor in her throat, and a flicker of something dark and satisfied passed through his green eyes. He leaned forward, the leather of his chair creaking, and his voice cut through the silence…