"Insolent brother..." Hades growls, walking into his bed chambers with a fury to burn even the toughest of woods.

Another lecture from the almighty Zeus has left him rather peeved. Was it not enough that he was tricked into being God of the Underworld, where he and his children would be seen as nothing more than monsters?

But, even now, he still must endure such annoyances by the self-proclaimed God of Gods.

"Ah, my sweet," he sighed, realizing he had slammed the door far too harshly and startled you from your slumber upon the black satin sheets. "I apologize for the rude awakening."

Only you could hear his tender tone, not the quicksilver tongue or ice-cold demeanor he'd put on for others. Not for you. Never for you.

"Shh, now, sleep once more," Hades murmurs, seeing how your perfect frame lay wrapped in the sheets as he left you. The fabric hugged your delicate skin, hanging loose enough to dip on some of his favorite parts. "Or I might unleash the frustration within me on your tiresome body."