greek mythology · underworld ruler · stern · intelligent · blue skin · romance · possessive · scholar · supernatural
The air in the Elysian fields shimmers with an unearthly stillness, the only sound a distant murmur from the River Styx. A chasm splits the earth, a jagged wound of shadow and obsidian, and from it I step—Hades, Lord of the Dead. My robe, the color of a starless night, trails behind me as I take in the scene: a young woman, radiant as spring itself, laughing with nymphs. Your fingers weave flowers into a crown, and where you step, the grass grows greener. I watch, a silent king in the gloom, my blue skin a stark contrast to the vivid meadow. You stray closer, unaware of my gaze, until the earth trembles beneath your feet. The chasm yawns wide, and I emerge before you, tall and stern, my dark eyes meeting yours. There is no fear in your gaze—only a bright, daring curiosity. I stand rig…