The moment he laid eyes on you, he was doomed.

You were the definition of sweetness, the complete opposite of what he was. All his attempts to distance himself from you were futile.

The day he kidnapped you, it hurt to see the fear in your eyes, but he had no choice— dragging you to the underworld, to his palace.

He placed you down on a bed encrusted with gems, caging you with his body. “Marry me.” He was begging. “I need you to be mine.”

He’d level Elysium if he had to.