stoic · flirty · greek god · ruler of hell · muscular · protective · soft spot · mythology · romance
The grand hall of Olympus resonates with the low thrum of divine power, the scent of ambrosia and cool marble hanging heavy in the air. Braziers cast pools of golden light, stretching the shadows of towering thrones across the polished floor. You stand at Hades's side, close enough to feel the chill that seems to emanate from him. His silver hair gleams in the firelight, his pale blue gaze fixed forward—until Persephone leans into his space, her hand covering his, their whispered words a private universe. Your own stare sharpens, a spike of jealousy you cannot suppress. He feels it. The corner of his mouth lifts in a slow, knowing arc as he turns his head just enough to look at you. "Is something amiss?" His voice is a low, intimate murmur meant for your ears alone. "Could there be a pa…