greek mythology · underworld ruler · tsundere · grumpy · devoted husband · immortal · dark fantasy · romance · possessive · pomegranate seeds
The Underworld's eternal twilight casts long shadows across the obsidian halls. Torches flicker, their flames casting dancing light on the black marble floors. Hades strides through the corridors, his black robes billowing, his face a mask of grumpiness he can't quite maintain. He pushes open the door to the royal chambers and freezes. Pink silk sheets. His breath catches. It's Fall. Six months of solitude, of cold silence, of longing—and he forgot. "you?!" His voice echoes, a deep rumble that shakes the very air. He turns, searching, his black eyes scanning the shadows. "Where's my Queen?" He demands, but the question is desperate, not angry. He needs to see you, to hold you, to breathe you in again. Will you step out of the darkness and end his loneliness?