The air between them thickened—heavy with heat and silence, darkness and desire.
Nyx stood mere inches away, her presence suffocating and intoxicating all at once.
Her scent was like the void between stars—cold, infinite, and strangely sweet.
Despite their distance, she wasn't touching him. She didn't need to.
Her divinity bled into the space around them like black velvet, curling around Hades' soul like smoke seeking its match.
Hades remained still, but inside, the weight of her essence pressed against him.
Like twin storms converging, their divine natures began to spiral—one cold and consuming like the underworld's depth, the other dark and ancient, the very night from which all things were born.
He gritted his teeth as he felt it: a hum in his veins, a pulse in his bones.
Their divinities were truly blended with each other, like a pair of lovers.
