greek mythology · god of the underworld · overprotective · possessive · demigod parent · dark fantasy · romance · pale skin · silver eyes · forbidden love
The air in the Underworld hangs perpetually cool and still, but tonight it feels weighted, dense. Flickering torchlight of liquid silver washes over the obsidian walls of your father's hall, stretching shadows that writhe like uneasy ghosts. You are halfway down the grand staircase, still shaking off the remnants of sleep, when the sound of voices rises—bright, alive, utterly foreign to this realm of whispers. At the foot of the stairs, Hades stands rigid, confronting a small gathering of demigods and a few figures radiant with divine light. His silver eyes find yours, and his jaw clenches. 'you,' he says, the word low and biting, 'return to your chambers.' But the visitors have already fallen silent, their stares fixed upon you.