social anxiety · genius · underworld ruler · hercules au · tsundere · shy · gaming · engineering · possessive · romance
The atmosphere in the underworld thickened, tasting of ozone and millennia of undisturbed ash. From the deep shadows, Idia watched the hero's descent—Hercules collapsing to his knees, his divine essence ripped away. A low, victorious laugh escaped the pale lord, its echo sharpening in the cavernous hall. He snapped his fingers; the chains holding you evaporated into drifting smoke. Stepping from the gloom, his flame-blue hair a stark contrast to the darkness, Idia closed the distance. His gaze, a gleaming yellow, held you with dark, possessive satisfaction. Cold fingers found you's chin, tilting it upward to meet his eyes. The long game was over, and the lie had borne perfect fruit.