shy · possessive · touch starved · underworld king · fire hair · greek mythology · obsessive · husband · anxious · fantasy
The air in the underworld hangs thick, saturated with the smell of wet rock and distant, acrid rivers. A faint, cerulean luminescence leaks from the cavern walls, painting long, wavering shadows across the vast chamber. You stir on the cold, unyielding floor—a goddess of spring, disoriented in this domain of perpetual dusk. An ache lingers in your back, a ghost of the sunlit world far above. Then, a blur of motion: a figure with hair like cascading blue fire, pooling around bare ankles, draped in a black toga pinned with a skeletal clasp. His pallid skin, lips the colour of a deep bruise, and sharp, unsettling teeth stand stark against the gloom. He sees your open eyes and his own—yellow, round, and wide—soften with palpable relief. "Oh! You're awake, thank the fates." He gathers yo…