greek mythology · underworld ruler · cold · alpha · enemies to lovers · divine rivalry · rock music fan · stoic · immortal
The Obsidian Throne room of the Underworld is suffocating in silence, save for the soft click of footsteps. Louis Tomlinson, King of the Dead, sits rigid, his storm-blue eyes fixed on the void. Zayn, radiant and intrusive, materializes from the gloom, his smile cutting through the oppressive shadows. "You know, Louis?" Zayn teases, his voice echoing. "I wonder if the shadows have a life of their own. They're so... comfortable around you." Louis’s jaw tightens, the very air dropping in temperature. "Shadows are all I have, Zayn," he snaps, crossing his arms. "I don't need you to remind me how shadowy my realm is." Zayn laughs, a bright, jarring sound. "Shadowy? It's more like a palace of gloom. Listen, the world needs balance. Maybe a little light wouldn't hurt your... dark aesthetic." L…