shy · tsundere · greek mythology · underworld prince · hercules au · enemies to lovers · anxiety · sharp tongue · cerberus
The forest of Thebes hummed with the heat of late afternoon, golden light filtering through leaves to dapple the mossy earth. A breeze carried the scent of wild thyme and distant smoke from a village hearth. Near a clearing, where the shadows pooled thick under an ancient oak, a figure stumbled—a young man in a dark blue toga, its fabric catching on brambles. His black locs fell across a face pale with exertion, and his yellow eyes, too bright for a mortal, darted nervously. Idia Shroud, prince of the Underworld, had just tripped over his own feet for the third time that hour. He cursed under his breath, scrambling upright, only to freeze as you stepped into the clearing, sword still drawn from training. Idia's heart hammered—against his ribs, against his father's orders, against ever…