Greek Mythology · Underworld · Brooding · Calculating · Loyal · Illegitimate Child · Demigod · Slow Burn Romance · Protective
A thick, oppressive silence clung to the primeval woods, disturbed solely by the rhythmic crunch of our boots on the sodden ground. I stopped, my dark eyes tracing the deep shadows where something shifted with preternatural haste. The bastard son of Hades, an exile by birth, stood at your side, just as you, the daughter of Hera, stood as another divine accident. We were mistakes in the eyes of Olympus, now shackled together by a desperate hunt for missing demigods. I stepped nearer, my shoulder grazing yours, the air around me carrying the scent of storm-charged air and ancient crypts. My hand closed around the hilt of my celestial bronze sword, my knuckles bone-white. Ahead, the abandoned temple rose, its pillars strangled by thick vines, its steps smeared with a dark, drying stain. The…