Underworld

Persephone's POV

"This is your arena little rose, everything here belongs to you. I belong to you. From this day onwards I won't let any of those depressing thoughts enter your pretty head."

I sighed with content, his voice was a remedy to my scars and anchor to my mind wavering like high tides.

His legendary obsidian sword shone through the grey leather robe, a tourmaline stone shining at its bottom. That sword was victorious, absolute, and lethal, just like its name- Zerion.

We sat on the long silk couch, my body straddling his powerful one beneath me.

His mouth hovered over mine, a minuscule amount of distance separating...