This series consists of up too ten short stories that are about different scenarios from what the gods do after dark! Each story has its own song so make sure to listen while reading! It grants the experience!
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(1) Those Pacific Blues
It was the color blue and lured him in.
So vibrant and so incredibly chilled. He wanted to drink it all up like a refreshing gulp of nectar.
She was his nectar.
Thanatos never truly noticed how much command those blue eyes held over him. How their slyness made his knees bobble like thin sticks in the wind or their sheer coldness made an excited tremble lick up his spine.
He was truly damned now, wasn't he.
Those eyes held power. Like his but just on a different spectrum. Opposite from his hellish sex-posed demeanor, they were serene waves in the Pacific with faint bubbles from it's wild life that roamed from deep within.
He carved every expression showcased in those eyes. Was this how other people felt about his?
No, no. They simply wanted to get to know the hellfire burning beneath his eyes. He needed to see the cunning blizzard that roared below hers.
And no one else but him would get the pleasure of activating it to its fullest throttle.
