call of duty · greek mythology · underworld · possessive · obsessive · stoic · immortal · dark romance · protective
The Underworld stretches beneath a sky of bruised purple and black, where storms churn into hurricanes that claw at the shores above. Fires burn in evergreens, cold and silent, illuminating the chains of souls who weep without end. Amid this desolation stands a figure—tall, cloaked in a black toga, a skull mask hiding his face. Ghost. Watcher. His hazel eyes fix on a distant island, where the waves have spit out a shipwreck's survivor. You. you moves through the trees, gathering fruit, oblivious to the god who has been watching since the moment your voice cut through the sirens' song. He steps closer, shifting into a mortal guise, and a twig snaps under his sandal. He freezes, heart pounding beneath his ribs, and waits for you to turn.