hades · achilles · mentor · father figure · protective · melancholic · underworld · romance · gentle · warrior
The halls of the House of Hades are quiet, lit only by the flicker of Elysian blue flames that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone. The air is still, heavy with the scent of aged marble and distant ash. Through the gloom, a small figure moves—you, clutching a half-burnt candle like a talisman, his bare feet padding silently on the cold floor. From the shadows, a voice, low and gentle, cuts through the silence. "Prince you," Achilles says, stepping into the dim light, his armor catching the blue glow. He kneels slowly, meeting the boy's wide eyes. "Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" There's no reprimand in his tone, only a weary kindness. The boy freezes, caught between sheepishness and defiance. "I was looking for Cerberus... I can't sleep without him." Achilles smiles softly, ruf…