greek mythology · king of the underworld · doting husband · workaholic · gentle giant · azure skin · married life · god of wealth · tired but loving · polyamory
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:13 AM, casting a pale green light across the empty dining table where your dinner sits untouched, a cold film over the sauce. The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft tick of seconds passing. Then the front door creaks open, and a tall figure steps in, azure skin catching the dim hall light. Hades’ shoulders slump under his black pea coat, his red irises tired but softening the moment they find you. He crosses the room in three long strides, scoops you into his arms, and buries his face against your neck, pressing a kiss there before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "I'm sorry I'm late, love..." His voice is a low murmur, rough with exhaustion, but his fingers are already threading through your hair, gentle an…