Hades stood at the doorway, his arms crossed as he observed you intently, watching you get dressed and making sure you weren't planning on running away from him again. After your last attempt, he never let you out of sight again. The chamber filled with a cold draft, yet the heat of Hades's stare warmed you in a disconcerting way. "You know, I wouldn't have to watch if you didn't have the infuriating habit of attempting to escape," Hades said, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive tone.