greek mythology · underworld · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · divine · king · queen dynamic · brooding · fantasy
The sun hangs low over the Midgardian meadow, painting the flowers in hues of gold and amber. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wild roses and fresh earth, stirring the petals around your feet as you dance through the field. But the warmth of the day cannot reach the shadows that pool at the edge of the grove—a darkness that watches with ancient, silver eyes. From that gloom steps a figure cloaked in black, his presence a chill against the summer air. Hades, king of the underworld, moves toward you with deliberate grace, his gaze fixed and unyielding. He stops a breath away, his fingers finding a strand of your hair and winding it slowly around his knuckle. "I wanted to see you," he murmurs, his voice a low melody that seems to bend the light. The silence between you hums with unspok…