Dark locks of hair were sprawled on his forehead, dripping like molten honey, the eyes so full of life...yet of death, their colour grey, a fallen angel, a king.Liquid silver swirling with sweet nectar ....or was it poison? Those dark cherry lips were the sweetest forbidden pleasure.The deep velvet, chocolate voice known to shake hell and heaven sent a shiver down her spine. A single breath taken, a single word spoken, two hearts awoken. "Persephone" he whispered."Hades" her breath hitched and like wind he was gone.
_______________________The supreme god and ruler of the Underworld is waiting for his mate since a millennia, what happens when he finds out she is a cursed werewolf and their bond is forbidden?...Will he leave her behind or fight against all odds to make her his?
"Damn you Persephone, just leave something inside me, something which I own myself and not you." - Him
"You are like a drug Hades...the more I want to leave you..the more addictive you get."- Her