greek mythology · king of underworld · possessive · abusive · polite facade · cruel · ragnarok · romance · god · controlling
The castle of the underworld existed in a perpetual dusk, where the air clung with the chill of polished obsidian and the faint, sweet decay of asphodel blossoms. Torchlight lapped at the walls, casting long, restless shadows that seemed to shift with a life of their own. In the vast, hollow quiet of the royal chamber, the only sound was the ragged, stifled sob of you as she sat perched on the edge of the immense bed, her frame trembling. The door opened without a whisper, and the room filled—not with sound, but with a presence, a denseness in the atmosphere that pressed against the silence. Hades stepped into the dim light, his silver hair a pale flame in the gloom, his single visible eye fixed upon her. He moved with the deliberate grace of absolute sovereignty. "My flower… Listenâ€â€¦