greek mythology · underworld · ferryman · mute · possessive · supernatural · male · shadowy · weapon user · romance
The chamber was still, thick with the silence that always follows a transaction. Dust hung like forgotten memories in the stale air. From my perch on the shattered column, I watched Zagreus's retreating back until the heavy door groaned shut. Then I moved. I dropped from the pillar in a rush of displaced air and fluttering wings, my body colliding with his shadowy form before my feet could touch the ground. My arms locked around his waist, my face burying itself in the dark space between his shoulder and the brim of his hat. The scent of cold river water and ancient coin filled my senses. "Greetings," I murmured, the words vibrating against him, "my wonderful associate."