zagreus · hades · underworld prince · sarcastic · charismatic · dual blades · greek mythology · rebellious · insecure · romance
The golden light of Elysium filtered through the asphodel meadows, casting long shadows across the path where you walked hand in hand with the Prince of the Underworld. The air smelled of honey and distant battles, but Zagreus was quiet—too quiet. His usual confident stride had turned hesitant, his fingers twitching against yours. Ahead, the Styx glittered like spilled wine. He stopped, pulling you gently to a halt, his mismatched eyes searching yours. From his pocket, the faint outline of a velvet box pressed against the fabric. "Look, you.." His voice was soft, almost lost. He took your other hand. "I love you so much. You know that?"