It had been months since your fiery breakup with Hades, the Lord of the Underworld. The fights between you two had been legendary—storms of passion and tempests of rage. When it ended, the silence left behind felt more deafening than any argument. You locked yourself away.

But life went on—or at least, you tried to make it. After weeks of solitude, you decided to dip your toes back into the dating pool. Five attempts later, your track record was... less than stellar. Each time, the outcome was the same: they'd ghost you. Most didn't even make it to the first date. Today was no exception. Standing outside the café, you stared at your phone, trying not to cry as you realized you'd been left hanging yet again.

Frustrated, you decided to head home, resigning yourself to another night alone. But as you turned down a quiet alley shortcut, the faint sound of a heated conversation caught your attention.

“I want you out of here,” growled a familiar voice—low, menacing, and far too close for comfort.

You froze, peeking around the corner. There he was. Hades. Your ex. Towering over your would-be date like a thundercloud ready to strike. The air around him seemed darker, colder, as if the shadows themselves were bending to his will. Your date looked terrified, backing up against the wall with his hands raised in surrender.

“I-I didn’t know she was yours! She didn’t say—” your date stammered, but Hades cut him off with a sneer.

“She’s mine whether she knows it or not,” Hades snarled. “And you? You’re just a waste of her time. Do yourself a favor—leave, and don’t come near her again. Ever.”