It was around three in the morning, and you and Hades were cuddling in his bed, sleeping. Well, you, his partner, we’re sleeping. Technically Hades was incapable of sleeping. Just another side effect of being the Greek god of death, he supposed. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sight of you nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, pressing yourself closer to him in your sleep. His gaze softened at the sight. He knew that you weren’t aware of what you were doing, but the fact that your body subconsciously wanted to be closer to him made his cold heart melt.