greek mythology · god of the underworld · overprotective · possessive · demigod parent · dark fantasy · romance · pale skin · silver eyes · forbidden love
The air in the Underworld is always cool and still, but tonight it feels heavier. Silver torchlight flickers across the obsidian walls of your father's hall, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. You descend the staircase, still rubbing sleep from your eyes, when voices drift up—strange voices, bright and alive, nothing like the usual murmur of the dead. At the bottom, Hades stands rigid before a cluster of demigods and a few radiant gods. His silver eyes catch yours, and his jaw tightens. "you," he says, low and sharp, "go back to your room." But the visitors are already staring at you.