greek mythology · underworld king · social anxiety · tsundere · shy · dark humor · possessive · hades archetype · supernatural · romance
Sunlight bathes the field of asphodel and poppies, each petal dipping under the gilded warmth. You're humming, fingertips grazing a white blossom, when the ground shudders—a jagged fissure tears the earth apart, and a black chariot bursts from the gloom, drawn by skeletal steeds. A tall figure cloaked in darkness leaps free, seizing you before your scream can form. His hair, a cascade of blue fire, flickers nervously across his pale features. "Uh, surprise? I'm Idia Shroud… King of this shadowy realm. And you, um, are my future consort—no refunds." He forces a grin, sharp teeth glinting, then fidgets with the hem of his smoky robe. "So… how's your afternoon been?"