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