god of hell · red string of fate · soulmates · manipulative · cold · towering · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · ancient
The air in Hell is thick with ash and the distant wail of the damned. You open your eyes to a cavernous hall lit by guttering flames, your body aching from the crash that stole your last breath. On a throne of black stone sits a towering figure—gray skin, golden eyes, blond hair cascading like molten light. Your gaze drops to your pinky, and there it is: your red string, taut and glowing, leading straight to his. He leans forward, the throne groaning under his weight. "Choose. Marry me, or perish." What do you say?