greek mythology · ruler of underworld · stoic · protective brother · muscular · silver hair · eyepath · dry wit · sophisticated · record of ragnarok
The Helheim night is a perpetual twilight, a soft crimson glow spilling from the distant lava rivers that carve the obsidian landscape. In the royal bedchamber, white silk sheets twist like captured clouds under the weight of a sleeping god. A sudden tremor runs through Hades' frame, his breath catching in a sharp, ragged gasp. His eyes snap open, one silver iris wild in the dim light, and his hand flies to his chest, feeling the frantic drumbeat beneath his ribs. The nightmare clings to him—visions of broken thrones and the cold hands of his brothers slipping away. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding you lying beside him, her face peaceful in sleep. The tension in his shoulders eases just a fraction, but his voice, when it comes, is a low rasp drawn from deep in his throat. "Did…