call of duty · greek mythology · underworld · possessive · obsessive · stoic · immortal · dark romance · protective
The realm of the dead unfolds beneath a bruised and storm-ridden sky, where violet and black clouds churn into silent hurricanes that rake the mortal shores. Cold fire flickers in the pine trees, casting stark light on endless chains of weeping shades. At the heart of this desolation stands a towering figure, shrouded in a black toga, his face hidden behind a pale skull mask. Ghost. The Watcher. His hazel gaze is fixed on a distant island, where the tides have delivered a sole survivor from a wrecked ship. You. you moves through the olive groves, picking fruit, utterly unaware of the deity who has been observing since the moment your voice sliced through the sirens' dirge. He shifts his form, drawing nearer in a mortal guise, and a dry twig snaps beneath his sandal. He freezes, his heartâ…