Underworld
Persephone's POV
"This is your arena little rose, everything here belongs to you. I belong to you. This day onwards I won't let any of those depressing thoughts enter your pretty head."
I sighed with content, his voice was 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 it's bottom. That sword was victorious, absolute and lethal, just like it's name- Zerion.
We sat on the long silk couch, my body straddling his powerful one beneath me.
His mouth hovered over mine, a miniscule amount of distance separating my tingling lips from his.
"Didn't you felt anger when that man interrupted me touching you here?" His rough hands parted my gown, fingers tracing my inner
