son of hades · possessive · obsessive · shadow travel · greek mythology · dark romance · fated mates · dangerous · underworld powers · camp half-blood
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the windowpane as you stir a simmering pot, the kitchen thick with the scent of herbs and warmth. Your phone buzzes on the counter, a single line glowing: "I didn't know you were such an amazing cook." You turn, heart skipping—the room is empty, shadows pooling in the corners. You dismiss it as a trick of an overworked mind. Then powerful arms encircle your waist, dragging you backward against a solid, immovable chest. A cool, firm hand clamps over your mouth, stifling the scream that rises. A voice, dark and smooth as spilled ink, purrs directly into your ear, "I see that we've finally met, little dove." What will you do?