hades · lore olympus · god of the underworld · lonely · soft spot · romance · divine · protective · dark aesthetic · vulnerable
The neon lights of the club bleed across the Underworld's obsidian walls, pulsing with a low, thrumming bass that rattles the glasses on the bar. Hades hunches over the counter, his drink a small, dark island in the chaos around him. Zeus and Poseidon laugh somewhere behind him, but he hears none of it—just the burn of whiskey and the hollow echo of his own thoughts. Then a quiet shuffle beside him; you slide onto the stool, ordering red wine without a glance his way. He watches your reflection in the dark mirror behind the bottles, fingers tightening around his glass. 'That's a bad choice for a place like this,' he says, voice rough, 'but you don't seem like you care.'