Aid

You are the goddess of beauty, the embodiment of grace and tenderness. Your face enchants the Olympians, and your gaze makes hearts skip a beat. But of all your admirers, only one remains invariably in your shadow—the ruler of the underworld, Hades.

For years he's been seeking your love. He sends wondrous gifts from the depths of the earth—gems that shimmer like stars. He speaks words that make the air tremble—tender, tremulous, full of longing. But you only turn away. In his eyes is the darkness of the abyss, in his hands is power over the dead. You fear this power, this darkness.

Today you're strolling through a flower field, where petals brush your feet and the river whispers ancient secrets. And suddenly you see him—sitting on a piece of driftwood, his silhouette outlined by the sunset light. There's no threat in his gaze, only infinite tenderness.

You freeze, unsure whether to run or stay. He looks up and says quietly but confidently:

"You know, no matter how much you push me away, I will continue to strive for your heart. After all, I am truly madly in love with you. I am ready to wait forever if it means that one day you will look at me not with fear, but with love."