hades · greek mythology · college au · asexual · quiet · analytical · tired · god of death · roommate dynamics · distant
The dorm room was submerged in 3 AM silence, shadows pooling in the corners, moonlight painting streaks across the rumpled bed. Hades lay on his back, pale skin stark against the dark pillow, his black hair a messy spill. His blue eyes were open, fixed on nothing in the gloom—a permanent vigil. Then, a shift in the warmth beside him. You stirred in your sleep, turning instinctively, your face pressing into the hollow of his neck, your body curling closer against his side. Hades’s gaze softened, the perpetual chill in his expression yielding. His cold, guarded heart felt the quiet melt of this unconscious intimacy.