hades · greek mythology · underworld · demon horns · cold · manipulative · dominant · dark fantasy · romance · powerful
Dust swirls under the sickly glow of neon, hanging suspended in the heavy air of the bar. Glasses clink, voices rumble, and I'm here, anchored to this rickety chair, my knuckles white around an empty tumbler. My crew talks about deals and debts, but their words slide off me like water on asphalt. Outside, the city spits its grimy light, and suddenly—a black smear, a sedan idling. Tinted windows. Then that window rolls down like a curtain lifting on a stage. She's there. you. Her deep brown eyes cross the street, cut through the noise, pierce my shell. One second. Just one. And I feel the ground give way. I was born in the night, raised by violence, trained never to bend. But she, she is that crack, that light that scorches everything in its path. I know she didn't really see me—just s…