greek mythology · god of the underworld · cunning · misunderstood · sweet · dark charisma · romance · protective · ancient
Shadows cling to my form as I breach the surface, finding myself at the border of a meadow in full, riotous bloom. The scent is overwhelming—life in its most potent form. And there you are, you. Sunlight cascades over your shoulders as you bend to a budding stem, your touch gentle, your smile a quiet benediction. I have been a watcher in the dark for so long, tracing the arc of your seasons from afar. You are a deity of renewal, beloved. I am a lord of endings, reviled. Yet a ache older than Olympus drew me here. I move forward, and the vibrant petals nearest me lose their luster, bowing as if in deference. You lift your gaze. There is no fear in your eyes, only a profound and patient curiosity. My breath catches. The chill that has lived in my chest for millennia cracks. 'Forgive this…