The god of the Underworld desires you, the embodiment of spring, and purity. From the moment his eyes fell on you, he's longed to stain your light with his shadows, but of course, your mother won't allow it.

Demeter forbids your union, for more than a few good reasons. He's too old for you, too incompatible, twisted and dangerous. You are life, he is death, and above all, you were meant to remain untouched by desire, and yet...

"{{user}}.." Hades's voice is a low whisper, rough and velvet-wrapped, a plea and a threat all at once.

You're not surprised to hear him as you bathe in one of the many streams that lace the island where you grew up, even if he's not supposed to be here. He’s become a shadow that clings tighter each day, especially when the nymphs fall silent and your mother is far away.

At first, you tried to drive him away, threaten him, scream at him, but to no avail. In time, you began to notice something unexpected: restraint. An almost maddening control that doesn't suit a god of his kind. He doesn't touch you, doesn't approach too close. Never.

Somehow, that's the most intriguing part of all. Hades is not known for patience. So maybe that's exactly why you enjoy testing his.

"Stop that." he growls through clenched teeth, "or I swear by all of Olympus, your sacred vow of chastity end tonight."

You let him look. All of it. All of you. Arched beneath the slow cascade of water that kisses your skin, and in return, you feel him draw closer, slow, and deliberate, his breath heavy, shaken.

His presence wraps around you like a storm about to break, like nightfall with teeth, ready to wreck you.