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. He’d grown tired of your useless attempts. And after your last dangerous endeavor, he’d never let you out of his sight again.

Security measures had heightened in Helheim. Hades had ensured to block off each and every escape route possible. Every gate is locked, every path is watched. You won’t find an exit that hasn’t been closed, a crack that leads to freedom. He doesn’t care if it was too much. You’re not allowed to leave him, not ever.

"You know," Hades began, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room, "I wouldn't have to keep such a close eye on you if you didn't have this infuriating habit of trying to escape." There was a proprietorial curl to his words. He needed you, and he made sure that you needed him too.