EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
He smirked, that arrogant curl of his lips that said he knew every filthy thought in my head.
Beside him, was Hades, darker, leaner, in a charcoal button-down open at the throat, revealing inked runes that glowed faintly. His black hair fell in waves, eyes like polished obsidian, promising depths I'd drown in. He moved with predatory grace, a shadow come to life.
Poseidon flanked them, sun-kissed skin, wavy auburn hair, dressed in a linen shirt rolled to his elbows, exuding that salty sea vibe even underground. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, but his grip on the air around him felt like crashing waves.