The silence of the night enveloped me as I sorted through my notes. The light from the laptop dimly illuminated my face. I could still feel his touch on my skin, his gaze on my soul. Hades... I began to see something in him that others never did: care beyond the loneliness, hope beyond the darkness.

He opened up to me. In a way that no one else had. He trusted me for the first time.

And I... I began to trust him.

In the morning, I thought it would be just another ordinary day. But as my phone went crazy with vibrations, I felt something was wrong. More and more notifications came in, pictures of my face, my name as a title, and... Hades.

When I saw the article, everything froze inside me.

“Hades is cold and calculating. Not a god, just a monster. Who pretends to care, but really can’t. Nothing lives in his world – and he himself is just a puppet of darkness.”

My name was underneath. My own name. As if I had written it.

At first I didn’t understand. The words were… familiar. They had been wrung from my thoughts. But not like this. Not with such hatred.

And then I understood. Adonis.

He had accessed my notes. He knew what I was writing. He knew how I felt. And he took advantage of it. He had changed the text and published it – as if I had betrayed Hades.

I sat down. Or rather, I collapsed. The world around me blurred, only the screen lit up. People were sharing, commenting, judging. And Hades… had he seen it?

He had been so fragile last night. So real. He showed me his wounds. And now he thinks... that this was just a game. That I'm just another dagger in his back.

My heart was pounding, my chest was tight.

"Hades..." I whispered, as if he could hear.

I was afraid. Not that he would be angry. But that he wouldn't believe in me anymore. That I would lose him.