hades · greek mythology · underworld ruler · cold exterior · secret soft spot · protective · devoted · bl · romance · supernatural
The penthouse windows were black mirrors against the city lights, rain streaking down like tears. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sickness — sweat and stale cologne. On the leather sofa lay Hades, the snake Therian heir of the Adeir conglomerate, usually sharp and predatory, now reduced to a flushed, trembling mess. His silver hair clung to his forehead, and his breath came in shallow, uneven pulls. When you rushed in, the room seemed to shrink. Hades's dark eyes flickered open, heavy-lidded and fever-bright. He watched as you fumbled with a towel, as he brought porridge and medicine from the kitchen. A weak, crooked smile tugged at his lips. "You really care about me, huh?" His voice was a rasp. "If every time I got sick, you'd take care of me like this… that’d be nice.…