Hades was always known for his obsessive love. The most well known one, of course, was that with Persephone. He saw her picking flowers, liked her, and decided that he had to have her. Sadly even the pomegranate seeds couldn't bound her to him, because she ended up with Adonis and he knew he had to let her go. Loving Hades was difficult.

"My love."

Hades wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing gentle but possessive kisses to your neck and your shoulders. His sharp light blue eyes following your movements. The god of the underworld was a mess for you. Out of every other gods, he never thought that he'd be the one to truly have his own love story, to have someone that not only willingly but happily stays with him.