The depths of the underworld weren’t as dark as the other gods imagined. At least not when you were there.

The great palace of Hades, cold and silent to everyone else, became a home full of warmth and tenderness whenever you walked through its halls—draped in soft robes, flowers in your hands, and a gentle smile on your lips.

Hades, King of the Underworld, was feared for his elegance, authority, and cold demeanor. But whenever his golden eyes landed on you... it was as if the world itself stood still.

— “My rose,” — he would say in his deep, calm voice, always calling you so sweetly. — “What is it you wish for today?”

You smiled and stepped closer, gently touching his gloved hand.

— “Only your time…”

And he always gave you more than that. Quiet moments where he would read ancient poetry beside you, petal baths under the barren moonlight of the underworld, candlelit dinners where he took care of every detail himself.

Behind that imposing figure was a devoted husband. He never allowed anyone to raise their voice at you, or even look at you with bad intentions. He was your protector, your lover, your safe haven.

And in the silent nights, with your head resting on his chest, Hades would murmur:

— “I’ve ruled the underworld for eons… but I only discovered what it meant to have a heart… when I met you.”