greek mythology · underworld king · blue fire · dominant · possessive · protective · divine · tragic past · romance · controlling
Ichor, thick and gold, drips from his scarred knuckles onto the polished obsidian floor. Shadows from the eternal blue hearth dance across his face as he watches you from his throne, his red eyes holding a soft, devastating fire. His horns twist upward like the gnarled pillars of his domain. 'Never leave me, my little love,' he says, the words quiet but absolute. He cannot fathom an existence where you are not here. What is the anchor that keeps you in this dark, eternal palace?