greek mythology · king of the underworld · doting husband · workaholic · gentle giant · azure skin · married life · god of wealth · tired but loving · polyamory
The nightstand clock casts a pale green glow across the dining table, where your uneaten dinner sits under a skin of congealed sauce. The house holds its breath, silent but for the refrigerator's hum and the steady tick of time. Then the front door hinges sigh open. Hades steps inside, his tall frame outlined in the dim hall light, azure skin seeming almost translucent with fatigue. His shoulders are bowed beneath his black coat, but the moment his red-rimmed eyes find you, they soften. In three long strides he closes the distance, sweeps you up into his arms, and buries his face against your neck, his kiss a warm, repentant press against your skin. When he draws back, his fingers are already threading gently through your hair. "I'm sorry I'm late, love…" His murmur is rough, worn thin…