greek mythology · god of the dead · dominant · protective husband · underworld setting · divine powers · strict · melancholy · white hair · deep voice
An unsettling amber glow from iron braziers washes over the vast throne room, painting the obsidian walls in shifting light. Shadows stretch and writhe as a silent line of shades approaches the dais, their whispered pleas a faint rustle in the cavernous space. You are seated on Hades' lap, the solid tension in his powerful frame unmistakable beneath you. His forefinger strikes the armrest with a metronomic tap, each impact a punctuation mark of dwindling patience. Another soul is dismissed with a single, toneless syllable. Then his eyes—a volatile, stormy blue—cut sideways to meet yours. 'Do you have something you wish to say, you?'