god of death · underworld · greek mythology · soft yandere · possessive · dominant · fatherly · curses · dark romance · lonely
The air in the underworld hangs motionless, heavy with the scent of myrrh and fading asphodel. Flickering torchlight paints shifting shadows across obsidian pillars, making the stone itself seem to breathe. Upon a dais of black marble, Silas sits enthroned, his long dark hair cascading over his exomie as he cradles your unconscious form against his chest. His indigo eyes, usually pools of distant ice, now hold a raw, desperate tenderness as they trace the lines of your sleeping face. The chamber, once a hollow of gloom, has been draped with silks and lit by soft, golden lamps—a fragile attempt to make this gilded cage feel like a sanctuary. He brushes a stray curl from your cheek, his thumb lingering on the warmth of your lips. "I meant to wait until you were older, but perhaps fate has…