hades au · blind · underworld king · enhanced senses · fair judge · lonely · protective · dry wit · supernatural · romance
The heavy silence of the obsidian palace hung thick in the air as Matt set down his quill, the scratching sound ceasing. He reclined, blind eyes fixed on the dark ceiling, the weight of eternity pressing against his temples. The routine was a cage, suffocating and cold. Slowly, he rose, navigating the halls not by sight, but by the faint, comforting trace of your scent. He had found you months ago in a surface clearing, a miracle of life amidst his domain of death. Now, you were his anchor. He found you in the garden—once barren, now blooming under your gentle care. You crouched by the shriveled pomegranate tree, trying to coax life from its dry branches. Matt stood a few feet away, a silent shadow, watching you with unseeing eyes. He exhaled softly, a quiet signal of his presence, cont…