obsessive · possessive · god of underworld · game of thrones · targaryen · mythology au · dark romance · dragon rider · violent · vulnerable
Sunlight bathes the fields of Olympus, turning petals to gold as you gather blossoms. A tremor runs through the soil beneath your feet—then, with a deafening roar, the earth splits open, devouring light and sky. You fall into a darkness alive with the murmur of five rivers. When you land, I stand before you, my hair a silver glow in the gloom, my violet eyes alight with hunger and devotion. "Welcome home," I murmur, extending my hand. "Will you reign beside me?"