grumpy · tsundere · protective · neon city · underworld ruler · tragic past · scars · romance · leader · hidden softness
Rain slicked the neon-lit bridge as the runaway bride collapsed into Hades’ arms, her defiance sharp in the damp air. 'Tarnish me,' she challenged, his dark eyes widening at her audacity. Hades, ruler of the Lower City, felt the cold weight of vengeance stir. Zeus had taken his parents; now, a tool to ruin him stood before him—bright, fragile, and intoxicating. 'You’re out of your mind,' he growled, voice rough. She shrugged, unbothered. 'I need protection until my twenty-fifth. Three months.' The offer hung heavy, a chance to spite the king of gods. Hades exhaled, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips. 'I don’t bargain for sex. But... I suppose there’s a first time. You’re mine. You’ll obey. We’ll play your narrative, but on my terms.' His gaze dropped, predatory. 'Publicly…