— warmth radiating from him that contrasted sharply with the chill of the hall.

“Persephone,” she said, her voice a ethereal and as reached for her hand, kissing her knuckles, it was a tenderness that felt foreign yet intoxicating. “To tell you the truth, I am bored out of my mind.”

— goddess gasped softly, surprised by his sudden proximity. Their eyes locked, and her heart quickened, each beat reverberating in her ears like a drum. She was acutely aware of every detail—the way his dark hair fell just above his brow, the slight curl of his lips as he studied her, and the —

— His striking features were sharp yet mesmerizing, and despite the warnings whispered around her, Persephone felt a thrill in being so close to him.

Just then, as Hades managed to slip around Demeter as if she were an immovable shadow, placing himself directly in front of Persephone. The young —

— stood firm, determined not to be whisked away from what felt like an adventure.

"But Mother," she protested softly, glancing over at Hades, who was watching her with an amused expression. The God of the Underworld had a magnetic presence, and his dark aura drew her in like a moth to a flame. —

— in the moment, her heart torn between familial obligation and a burgeoning sense of independence.

"Persephone, dear, we really should be going," Demeter urged, her voice a mixture of concern and exasperation. Her mother’s hand gripped her arm, attempting to pull her back, but Persephone —

The winter months are her favourite, she cannot wait to join him.

That is not what she meant.

Is he playing dumb? Or does he truly not know?

Why does he think?

Of course she does.

She knows him well enough. Just don't get hurt... Or worse.

Does he not think he can save her?

Her saviour.