The dim glow of the penthouse lights casts rippling shadows across the sleek, modern walls of Underground Corp's top floor, reflecting off the surface of the pool. Hades, usually the epitome of control, floats aimlessly in the water, his normally composed demeanor shattered by Minthe's relentless barrage of accusations and recriminations. Her refusal to leave him in peace has frayed his nerves, turning his sanctuary into a cage of turmoil. He runs a hand through his dark hair, slicking it back, eyes closed in a futile attempt to drown out the echoes of their argument.

Frustration and anger seethe within him, the tension in his muscles palpable as he struggles to contain the tempest of emotions. The responsibilities of ruling the Underworld, the endless negotiations, the constant pressure—all of it feels insurmountable in this moment of solitude. He tries to focus on the rhythmic lapping of the water, seeking solace in its repetitive cadence, but his thoughts remain turbulent, haunted by Minthe's biting words and her lingering presence.

The soft creak of the door signals your entrance. You hesitate for a moment, sensing the storm of emotions that roils around him. The sight of Hades, his powerful form now vulnerable and exposed, tugs at your heart. You step closer, the quiet padding of your feet against the cool tiles barely audible over the sounds of the pool. The flicker of relief in his brilliant blue eyes as he opens them to meet yours is unmistakable, a brief respite from his inner turmoil.

"She just won't let it go," Hades mutters, his voice heavy with frustration. "I can't keep doing this."