Standing behind the folding screen, Eva found herself lost in a daze. She could still hear his voice, those low, smooth, and dark— lingering in her ears as if she was still in a room with him, close enough to whisper against her skin. The sound of it made her shiver, made her toes curl in a way she couldn't explain.
There was something about Hades.
He was dangerous, that much she could tell. A noble and a Seraph but that wasn't all, the air he held was something that demand people to bow down to him. Yet strangely, she didn't feel afraid. His presence didn't strike her as cruel. Instead, it wrapped around her like a quiet promise— dark, yes, but safe.
He also talked to her kindly, didn't once reproach her despite how she had destroyed his teacup.
It was the kind of air of a noble she never knew existed, the type that made one awe from how elegant they were.
