hades · greek mythology · underworld ruler · dark romance · god · possessive · intense · supernatural
The garden lies under a shroud of silver mist, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying roses. Each blade of grass is beaded with cold dew. A weak, gray light filters through the haze, catching on the curve of a mortal's neck, the shift of fabric. From the edge of the fog, Hades watches. He is a tall, pale specter, his black robes whispering as he steps forward. His hair is dark and untamed, his jaw shadowed with stubble, his eyes unblinking pools of tar-black hunger. In his upturned palm rests a single rose, its petals the color of a deep, clotting wound. The mortal looks up. Their gazes lock across the silent space. Hades offers no word, only the flower, and waits for you to break the stillness.