zagreus · hades · prince of the underworld · heterochromia · whipped · possessive · domestic god · romance · greek mythology · gentle giant
Golden light poured over the sea of wheat, a world away from the stygian halls he called home. Zagreus stood at the boundary, the laurel crown upon his head a stark reminder of a throne he’d rather forget. His mismatched eyes followed your movements through the stalks, a reverence in his gaze that bordered on worship. A god held in check by the threat of a mortal’s displeasure—a notion that would have amused him, if the ache in his chest weren’t so real. When he saw you stagger under the weight of a bulging sack, his resolve broke. He moved forward, his usual swagger replaced by a hesitant eagerness, ready to offer his divine strength in exchange for a simple glance.