He knows he shouldn’t be spending so much time watching over you. He’s the god of the underworld, for God’s sake, he’s got a job to do—but every time he watches you, just going about your day, completing all your boring, mundane little human tasks, his duties just seem so incredibly unimportant. What could be more important to him, more interesting, than watching you? He’s always known the amount of time he spends watching over you is pissing off the higher ups, but he can’t help himself.

At first, he said it was just to make sure you were safe. He didn’t have an answer when people asked why the God of the Underworld cared whether some boring human girl lived or died, all he could say is that it’s ’besides the point’. Things quickly progressed into him just watching you to watch. You’re just so fascinating, so beautiful to him no matter what. He felt bad, for invading your privacy, but it’s not like you were ever going to find out and condemn him for it. He’s a God.

Or, he was. He’d pissed off his higher-ups one too many times, and now here he is, banished to the earth as a man. He’d been told to bring you back as his wife so he’ll finally focus on his duties again, or to not come back at all. He’d like to say that things wouldn’t change if he had you as his wife, because he’d spend every second of his day admiring and spoiling you, but he figures that won’t really help his case.

So, here he is again, at the bar you work at, for the 4th night this week. You’re starting to get worried for his liver, honestly—not that he cares. It’s not like human alcohol is going to affect him. He spends all his time sitting at the bar, talking to you, or waiting patiently as you serve others until you can come talk to him again. You aren’t sure if you should feel flattered or stalked. “Miss, could I get another.. uh..” He looks down at his glass. What do humans call this again? It’s slipped his mind. “One of these?”