Ruining The Grounds Of Hell  – Episode 14

  –ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ..–

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“I want you.” His voice dropped so low Bluey almost didn’t catch it.

“You… want me?” she blinked.

Hades’ eyes widened.

“Damn—no, wait. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, I like you… and I…”He stammered, running a hand through his hair like he was fighting for oxygen.

Bluey let out a soft laugh. “You’re so funny. If only you could see your face right now.”

He groaned, cheeks slightly flushed. “Um… forgive me if I sound kinda possessive right now but… I don’t really care.”

She stopped smiling. Her breath hitched.

Because there it was—
That stare.
That dangerously intense, possessive look he used to give her years ago. The one that always made her knees weak.

“It’s fine,” She whispered. “I don’t mind.”

She stepped back, brushing her hair behind her ear. “So… tomorrow evening, you’ll pick me up? Or should I meet you?”

“I’ll pick you up.” His answer was immediate. Firm.

“Okay then,” she nodded softly. “I’ll head inside.”

She grabbed her suitcase and walked toward the estate entrance.
Hades didn’t move.

He just watched her, the sway of her hips, the softness in her steps, the way she turned slightly to make sure he was still looking.

She disappeared behind the gate.

Hades finally exhaled and gripped the door of his car like he needed support.

“Holy f+k…” He muttered under his breath.

He shook his head, a helpless grin forming.

“She is so damn fine.”

He sank into the driver’s seat, still dazed, still burning and completely, undeniably hooked.

—–
-𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞-

The maids had already taken Bluey’s things to her room, and now she sat in the living room with her parents.

“Bluey, you should’ve called and told me you were at the airport. I could’ve picked you up,” Anthony said, shaking his head with a small smile.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn’t expect the car to break down on the way here,” Bluey admitted, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

“The car broke down? How did you get home then?” Corazon asked, leaning forward.

Bluey hesitated for a moment. “Um… I met him on the way, so he gave me a ride.”

“He? Wait… is it who I think it is? Hades?” Corazon’s eyes widened, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Bluey nodded softly.

“So… how did it feel, seeing him again?” Anthony asked, curious.

“I can’t even explain… I was so happy. I wanted to hug him, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to force anything on him,” Bluey said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I get that,” Corazon replied gently. “And… how’s Noah, by the way?”

“He’s still in Korea. He won’t be coming back to Sweden for a while,” Bluey said with a small shrug.

“Okay…” Corazon nodded, giving her daughter a reassuring smile.

“Where’s Trevor?” Bluey asked, leaning back in her chair.

“Thank God you’re back. Your brother has been giving me headaches ever since you left. He just got back from the club with Hugo… and he’s dead drunk,” Corazon said with a chuckle.

“I’ll go see him. I’ll take a shower too; I’m tired,” Bluey said, standing.

“Sure. Goodnight,” Anthony said warmly.

“Goodnight,” Bluey replied, hugging them both before heading upstairs.

*

Bluey walked into Trevor’s room and found him slumped on the bed, mumbling nonsense.

“Geez… so embarrassing,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Trevor turned his head, eyes bleary but lighting up when he saw her.

“Hey… my beautiful sis! How are you here and in Korea at the same time?” he slurred, grinning.

“You’re so wasted. Can’t believe this is how you welcome me,” Bluey said, sitting on the edge of his bed, exasperated.

“C’mon, don’t scold me for having a little fun,” he protested, waving a hand lazily.

Bluey sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“That was deep… so, what’s wrong? Have you seen your prince charming yet? He’s still single too, cool right?” Trevor teased.

Bluey chewed her lip, staring at the ceiling. “Honestly… I don’t know how to feel right now. I’m happy to be back, but… I’m scared. What if things don’t go well between us?”

“Did you two already meet?”He asked.

“Yes, and what he said gave me the chills.” Bluey sighed.

Trevor blinked, tilting his head. “Wait… he said what?”

“He… said he likes me. Wants to go on a date,” she admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Shouldn’t you be happy? He’s obviously in love with you—he always will be,” Trevor said, a grin spreading across his face.

Bluey shrugged. “I guess so…”

“Then why the sulking? You should be over the moon, shouldn’t you?” he said, mock-serious.

“I am happy. This… this is a new beginning for Hades and me. I love him so much,” she said softly, lying back on the bed.

Trevor smirked, scooting closer.

“Anyways… is Hades the only one you missed? Because I definitely missed you!” he said, attempting to cuddle her.

“Hey!! Get your hands off me!” she protested, swatting at him.

“Nooo…” he whined, laughing. “Come on, I’m your big brother. I deserve one hug!”

Bluey rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine… but just one. You stink of alcohol”

—–
-𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞-

“My lovely son.” Iris giggled as Hades wrapped her in a tight hug.

“How have you been, Mom?” he asked, a soft smile on his face.

“You abandoned your mother! I’m so sad,” Iris teased, feigning offense.

“I didn’t abandon you, you know how busy I am,” Hades replied, rubbing her back gently. “I brought you snacks—they’re in the dining room.”

“Thanks, my love,” Iris said, smiling as they both settled on her bed.

“Corazon called me a few minutes ago. She said Bluey’s back,” Iris said, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah,” Hades replied shortly, keeping his composure.

“You don’t sound surprised,” Iris observed.

“Well… we kinda met on the way, so I offered her a ride,” he said.

“Ahh, really? So… how is she? What does she look like now?” Iris asked, leaning in eagerly.

“Um… she’s really beautiful,” he admitted, his gaze softening.

“And… sexy,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I heard that,” Iris giggled, teasing him.

“So… what now? Don’t tell me you’re still in doubt. You two need to talk—she’s your girlfriend,” Iris pressed, eyes gleaming.

Hades looked at her, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.

“Not like you two ever broke up,” Iris added with a knowing smile.

“I’ll talk to her, mom. I asked her out. We’ll get to talk tomorrow,” he said firmly.

“That’s my son. You should probably rest—you look exhausted,” Iris said, reaching out to smooth his hair.

“Sure… goodnight, Mom,” Hades said softly.

“Goodnight, son,” Iris whispered, smiling as she watched him leave.

*
-HADES ROOM-

Hades tore off his shirt the moment he entered the room, his muscles tense as his eyes locked on the mirror.

“Bluey…” he groaned lowly, her image flashing vividly in his mind.

How could someone be that… perfect? Is she even real? So charming, so captivating, so… intoxicating.

“What the fuck are you doing to me…?” he muttered, ruffling his hair as he collapsed against the bed.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to replay her image again and again. Every curve, every smile, every spark in her eyes burned into his memory.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

“My girlfriend… just how much were we in love, Bluey?”

He sat up, gripping his phone. His fingers trembled as he dialed Trevor’s number, picking up on the first ring.

“Hello? Trevor.” Hades’ voice was low, rough, strained with longing.

“Um… Trevor is drunk, he can’t take calls,” came the familiar, soft voice of Bluey.

Hades’ heart skipped a beat just hearing her.

“Bluey.” The word escaped him like a prayer.

“Do you… need anything? Or… you want to tell him something? You can tell me, or just call tomorrow morning,” she said gently.

“No… it’s okay that I’m talking to you,” he said, forcing his voice to steady itself.

“Okay,” she replied softly.

“I… wanted to ask him for your contact info. I kinda don’t have it,” he admitted.

“You don’t? That’s my old number,” she said, calm but teasing.

“Um… I…”

“You deleted it?” she asked, arching a brow.

“It’s a long story,” he murmured.

“It’s not a problem. I’ll just text you,” she said, her tone sweet and patient.

“Sure,” he said, his chest tightening.

“Goodnight,” she said finally.

“Yeah… goodnight, Bluey,” he replied, swallowing hard.

“I… can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he added, his voice cracking slightly under the weight of his emotions.

“Bluey…”

He looked at the phone, longing etched on his face—but she had already hung up.

Hades stared at the blank screen, heart hammering against his chest.

Her voice… her presence… it was consuming him entirely.

—–
-𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨’𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-

Sergio groaned as he slowly sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. The first thing he felt was a sharp slap across his cheek, then another.

His eyes snapped open to see Hyce, boiling with rage.

“Babe…” Sergio began, his voice groggy.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me this morning! What’s this, huh?!” Hyce shouted, throwing Sergio’s phone onto the bed.

Sergio picked it up, his heart sinking as he saw several pictures of a boy—naked. He could feel his soul leaving his body.

“Babe… I can explain…” Sergio stammered, quickly getting off the bed.

“Explain what?! That you’re cheating on me?!” Hyce’s voice cracked, furious.

“I’m not… cheating on you. This is a misunderstanding,” Sergio tried to reason.

“Misunderstanding my foot! You have his number saved on your phone, which means you’ve been entertaining him, and who knows what else for him to send you this?!” Hyce screamed, voice breaking, before storming out of the room.

“No… Hyce, wait!” Sergio called after him.

He grabbed Hyce’s arm, trying to stop him—but Hyce swung, landing a punch square on Sergio’s face.

“Shit…” Sergio muttered, clutching his bloody lips, shock and hurt swirling together.

“Don’t come near me…” Hyce’s voice was cold, sharp.

“Won’t you give me a chance to explain?” Sergio pleaded, taking a cautious step forward.

“Okay then, let’s hear it. Who’s this guy?” Hyce demanded, eyes blazing.

“He’s Jason,” Sergio admitted quietly.

“Good. And where did you meet him?” Hyce pressed.

“At a game store… I went to get stuff for my PlayStation,” Sergio said, his voice low.

“He asked for your number… and you gave it to him?” Hyce’s tone was incredulous.

“Yes,” Sergio nodded, guilt written all over his face.

“And you’ve been chatting with him for a while?” Hyce’s voice rose, sharp and cutting.

“Yes…” Sergio admitted, hanging his head.

“Does he know you have a boyfriend?” Hyce’s voice shook with anger.

Sergio looked down, ashamed, silent.

“No.”

“F+k you!!” Hyce yelled, fists clenched.

“I… I didn’t think it was important. It’s not his business,” Sergio tried to reason.

“Not his business?! Not until he starts sending you naked photos of himself stroking his d+k!” Hyce snapped, voice echoing.

“I’m not entertaining him, I promise…” Sergio pleaded.

“You know what I hate more than anything? Liars and cheaters. You know that very well,” Hyce seethed.

Sergio’s phone suddenly rang, flashing the caller ID: JASON.

“Oh look… your side chick’s calling you,” Hyce spat, storming into his room and slamming the door shut.

Sergio groaned, punching the wall in frustration, pain and guilt consuming him.

—–
-𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨-

Jason was completely naked when Sergio barged into his apartment. He didn’t even flinch.

“You came so soon,” Jason drawled, leaning lazily against the doorframe.

“Put your clothes on,” Sergio snapped.

“Why?” Jason smirked, walking toward him with slow, taunting steps. “Don’t you like it? There’s nothing here you haven’t seen…”

He reached out and stroked Sergio’s chest.

Sergio slapped his hand away instantly.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you send those pictures? I have a boyfriend, Jason. Clock that, since I didn’t tell you.”

Jason’s smile didn’t fade.
“Oh, I know you have a boyfriend.”

Sergio froze.
“…How’d you know?”

“I did a little investigation.” Jason shrugged casually. “Hyce… cute guy. But I don’t care. All I want is you. This hot, charming guy standing right in front of me.”

“Stop. Whatever game you’re playing, stop,” Sergio warned, voice tight.

Jason stepped closer.

“Why? Do you want me to tell your baby boy we had s+x? I think that’s a juicy story…” He whispered near Sergio’s ear, “…juicy enough to tear you two apart.”

Sergio shoved him backwards so hard Jason hit the wall.

Then he punched him, hard, straight across the face.

“I didn’t have s+x with you! You drugged me!” Sergio yelled.

Jason wiped the blood from his lip and laughed.

“Really? We met that day, remember? You insisted we hang out.”

“As friends,” Sergio shot back.

“But still…” Jason tilted his head mockingly, “…you invited me to that bar. And you offered me a drink. I just… took advantage of the moment.”

He shrugged. “Besides, you never mentioned a boyfriend.”

Sergio’s fists tightened.
“I swear, I will kill you.”

Jason took a step closer, eyes darkening.
“A little message from me to your boyfriend: I don’t care about his existence. I get whatever I want. By blackmail… or by force.”

His voice dropped, sinister.
“And according to the video of us having sex, you were in control.”

“Because I was high, you punk,” Sergio growled.

Jason chuckled.
“Let’s see if Hyce believes that.”

—–
-𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞- 5:30 Pm

Bluey was carefully finishing her makeup, checking her reflection in the mirror every so often. She waited patiently for Hades to arrive, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again.

Earlier that morning, she had gone to see Maureen and Gael, though Morgan hadn’t been around.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Morgan came barreling in, eyes wide with excitement. She threw herself at Bluey, screaming.

“Girl! It’s really you! I thought Trevor was joking when he said you were back!” Morgan hugged her tightly, spinning her around once.

Bluey laughed, wrapping her arms around her. “I missed you guys.”

“Missed you more. But girl… you are glowing,” Morgan said, stepping back to inspect her.

Bluey waved her off, smiling. “Don’t flatter me.”

“I’m not flattering—you’re a walking, sexy goddess, Bluey. Facts!” Morgan teased, leaning closer with a grin.

Bluey chuckled and went back to applying her lipstick.

“You seem… fancy. You going somewhere?” Morgan asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Bluey turned slightly, smirking. “I have a date with my boyfriend.”

Morgan gasped. “Boyfriend? Wait… Hades?!! How?!”

Bluey winked. “We met last night. Call it luck or coincidence… I call it destiny.”

Morgan clutched her hands to her chest, grinning ear to ear. “Seriously, girl. You are one lucky bi+ch! Who would’ve thought? But… are you two dating again?”

Bluey leaned back in her chair, smirking slyly. “Not like we ever broke up.”

Morgan nodded, pretending to jot it down in a notebook. “Fair point, fair point. Noted. Lucky Bluey strikes again.”

Bluey laughed, shaking her head, as Morgan plopped down on the edge of her bed, still staring at her like she’d just won the lottery.

“I’m surprised you and Trevor aren’t married yet. Why are you holding my brother back? I know your mom didn’t really deny him anything,” Bluey teased, leaning casually against Morgan’s dresser.

Morgan sighed, tugging at her hair. “Actually, I’m scared, Bluey. Getting married is insanely scary. What if Trevor and I fight? What if we fail miserably as a married couple?”

“Girl, you worry too much. Have you talked to him about it?” Bluey asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah, I told him I’m not ready yet, but he probably told the boys that Mom said no. I feel bad… I know how much he wants to start a life with me,” Morgan admitted, pouting slightly.

“You don’t have to worry yourself. Trevor loves you, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mind waiting. You shouldn’t rush into a lifetime commitment unprepared. So just chill,” Bluey reassured her with a confident smile.

“Thanks, girl,” Morgan said, finally relaxing a bit.

Bluey turned to the mirror, adjusting the straps of her outfit. “So… how do I look?”

Morgan’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip in appreciation.

Bluey was wearing a tight, short dress that hugged every curve perfectly, the hem barely grazing mid-thigh.

The neckline was daring but classy, giving just enough tease without overdoing it. Her short heels added extra height, making her legs look endless and accentuating her confident stance.

Her hair fell perfectly around her shoulders, and the subtle shimmer of her makeup caught the light just right.

“You… you look hot.”Morgan’s voice was low and full of awe.

Bluey smirked at her reflection, letting the compliment sink in. “Thanks, girl. Just wait till Hades sees this.”

Morgan laughed, shaking her head. “He’s going to lose it.”

A soft knock echoed from the door, and the maid peeked in, curtsying. “Miss Bluey… Mr. Hades is downstairs, waiting for you.”

Bluey’s heart skipped a beat as she nodded.

“Thank you.” She smoothed her dress one last time and walked toward the stairs, her heels clicking softly against the floor.

As she reached the bottom, Hades was there, leaning casually against the doorway.

The moment he saw her, his eyes widened, and his mouth dropped slightly. She had never seen him look so… stunned.

Bluey caught the expression and smirked, tilting her head. “You look impressed.”

Hades took a slow step toward her, his gaze drinking her in.

“You are drop-dead gorgeous.” His voice was low, husky, and it made her pulse quicken.

“Thank you,” she replied, trying to sound casual but feeling her cheeks flush. “Where are we going?”

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’ll see.”

Before she could ask another question, he reached out and took her hand, his fingers curling around hers.

The warmth of his touch made her stomach flutter. Without a word, he led her toward the door.

Bluey squeezed his hand slightly, a thrill running through her as she followed him.

Tonight, she realized, was going to be unforgettable.

—–
-𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥<𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞>-

The elevator chimed softly, and the doors slid open. Hades stepped out first, his hand wrapped securely around Bluey’s.

She followed beside him, heels clicking lightly against the polished marble floor as they entered the penthouse suite.

The place was breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows framed the entire city, the skyline glittering like scattered diamonds beneath the late evening sky.

“Come,” Hades murmured, his voice low, tugging her gently toward the balcony.

They stepped outside, and Bluey stopped.

“Wow…” she breathed.

The balcony stretched wide, circling the penthouse, giving a perfect bird’s-eye view of the entire city.

The sky was tinted orange and purple, the sun just slipping below the horizon. Soft string lights hung above them, glowing like tiny stars. A warm breeze carried the faint scent of roses.

And then she saw it—the setup.

Rose petals scattered across the balcony floor, leading to a beautifully arranged dining space.

Candles stood in glass holders, flickering softly, casting a golden glow that danced across the table set under a small open shade.

The table itself was elegant: satin tablecloth, two plates arranged neatly, wine glasses already filled, and a covered dish waiting to be opened.

Her breath caught.

Hades smiled slightly after seeing her satisfied reaction, guiding her forward.

“When did you prepare all these?” she asked, stunned, heart thudding.

“This morning,” he said, stopping beside the table. “I wanted our first date to be special.”

He picked up a bouquet of roses from the table—deep red, fresh, tied with a black satin ribbon. He offered it to her, his eyes softening.

“For you.”

Bluey’s lips parted before she smiled, cheeks warming. “Thank you…”

He pulled out her chair, waiting until she sat before pushing it in gently. Hades took his seat across from her, watching her with intensity.

*

“So… what were you doing all this while abroad? Trevor said something about you being in Osaka.” Hades asked as he gently served food onto her plate, his voice soft.

“Well, I wasn’t just in Osaka,” Bluey laughed lightly. “It was more like… a world tour with a friend of mine.”

“Oh? You love traveling then…” He said, leaning forward, chin resting subtly on his hand as he gazed at her like she was the most interesting thing he’d ever heard of.

“Yeah. I literally spent my three years traveling around the world.”

Hades lifted his glass, eyes never leaving her. “What countries did you go to?”

“Let’s see…” She tapped her fork playfully against her lip. “Osaka- Japan first. Then Italy, Spain, Australia, Canada, China, Britain, Russia, Indonesia, New York, Cape Town… and finally, South Korea.”

He let out a low impressed whistle. “Woah. That’s a lot. Isn’t it tiring? Didn’t you run out of things to do?”

“Nope,” she said proudly, smiling to herself. “It was pretty fun. Especially since Noah was there. It was never tiring.”

The smile on Hades’ face froze—just slightly.

He went quiet. She noticed, but continued eating.

Finally, he cleared his throat.
“This Noah… he’s the friend you mentioned?”

“Yeah, he is. He’s a really fun guy to be around,” she said casually, as though Noah were the safest topic in the world.

“You were with him for the entire three years?” Hades asked, voice deceptively calm.

Bluey nodded, unaware of the storm settling behind his eyes.

“You two must be close, huh…”

“Very,” she said warmly.

Something inside Hades tightened.
The kind of tightness that wasn’t anger but… fear of losing something he didn’t even have yet.

Jealousy burned at the bottom of his hearts—sharp, unwelcoming, confusing.

He hated it.

He hated how his gaze dropped to her lips when she smiled talking about another man.
He hated how his fingers curled around the edge of the table like he was steadying himself.

But what he hated most…

…was that he had no right to feel this way.

Bluey looked up, her eyes meeting his.

“Why do you look like that?” she asked softly, tilting her head.

Hades forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Nothing… just listening.” But his voice dropped, warm and deep, betraying something softer.

Bluey didn’t look away.
The lights reflected in her eyes, the breeze lifting strands of her hair, and Hades felt his heartbeat stumble.

He leaned back slightly, studying her.

“Three years with him, huh…” he murmured.
The words tasted bitter, even though he tried to sound teasing. “You must be so… comfortable around him.”

She blinked, then smirked faintly.
“You jealous?”

He let out a slow breath, eyes dropping to her lips before rising again.

“…Should I be?” he asked quietly.

The mood shifted instantly—warm, charged, intimate. Her breath hitched a little and he noticed.

“Enough talking about me… what have you been up to lately? It’s been a while since I last saw you.” Bluey said softly, her voice dipping into something warm.

Hades shrugged lightly, leaning back in his chair. “Nothing aside from the usual work stuff. Dad wanted me to go into politics, but I seriously don’t have time for that. Too much stress. I opened my own company.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? What company is that?”

“Cars,” He said with a small, proud smile. “I deal mainly in exportation.”

“I guess your company makes the cars?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Bluey nodded, playing along even though she already knew every detail.

Three years of quietly stalking his achievements through Trevor wasn’t about to be confessed out loud.

“Bluey… I—”

A loud boom cut him off.

Both of them looked up as fireworks exploded in the night sky, bright colors painting the darkness in wide arcs.

Bluey stood immediately, drifting toward the balcony’s edge as if drawn by the light.

“Wow…” she whispered.

The fireworks reflected in her eyes, glowing against her skin, and Hades rose from his chair without even realizing it.

He walked to stand beside her, but his attention wasn’t on the sky — it was on her.

She looked breathtaking.

Completely absorbed in the colors, with the soft wind tugging her hair and the candlelight from the table flickering behind her… she didn’t even have to try, and she still stole every bit of his breath.

How could someone captivate him this much without doing anything?

Did she feel even a fraction of what he felt?
Were her feelings anywhere near his?

He wasn’t sure and the thought terrified him.

What if she’d moved on?
What if someone else had replaced him in ways he didn’t want to imagine?
What if all the longing he held onto meant nothing to her now?

“Hades…!”

He blinked.

“Hades!” Bluey called again, for the third time, turning fully to him.

“Are you okay? You look… bothered about something.” Bluey asked softly.

Hades didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took her hands gently, drawing her closer until there was barely any space between them.

“About what I said yesterday…” he said quietly.

“About… what?” she asked, even though her heart already knew.

“I told you that… that I like you.”

Bluey bit her bottom lip, eyes lowering—but he shook his head.

“No. Let me rephrase that properly before I lose my nerve.” He inhaled sharply.

“I’m in love… with you, Bluey.”

Her eyes met his and instantly softened. The emotion behind them hit him like a punch to the chest.

Tears welled up, glistening, before slipping down her cheeks one by one.

“Hey… hey, are you okay?” he panicked. “Did I do something wrong? I never wanted to make you cry.”

“You’re so unfair!” she burst out, hitting his chest with small frustrated fists.

“Huh—? Unfair?”

“You’re so unfair, Hades!” she sobbed. “How could you forget about me? How could you forget about us? Huh?!”

His face fell, guilt crashing into him like a tidal wave.

“Bluey… I’m sorry.” His voice cracked.

“I swear, if there was anything…anything I could do to remember it all, I would. I try. I try so damn hard but I just… I just can’t remember. I just—”

She didn’t let him finish.

She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly his breath hitched.

He immediately hugged her back, arms circling her waist, pulling her against him like she was the only thing keeping him steady.

His face buried into her neck, breathing her in, grounding himself in her warmth.

“I’ll make you fall deeply in love with me again,” She whispered fiercely. “I promise you that.”

He pulled back slowly, cupping her cheeks with both hands.

And God… she was beautiful. Her teary eyes, the quiver of her lips, her vulnerable expression, it all made him weak, made him fall even harder.

“Ever since yesterday,” He murmured, thumb brushing her cheek. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I wanted to be around you so badly it was driving me insane.”

“Me too.” Her voice trembled.

“These three years I’ve been away were torture. I wanted to get away, I wanted time to think… but at the same time, I wanted to come back to you every single time you crossed my mind.”

“Then why didn’t you come back?” he asked, his voice dropping low—raw, almost pleading.

“Why did you wait that long?”

Bluey swallowed hard.

“I was scared. I was scared you’d push me away. Scared you’d look at me like a stranger.” Her voice cracked.

“F+k… I was going crazy over there, Hades. I missed you so much. I missed your kisses… your hugs… your presence… everything…”

Hades stared at her, heart thundering painfully, a deep ache spreading through his chest.

And in that moment, nothing in the world mattered except the girl standing in front of him—crying because she loved him too much.

🆗
Before she could finish, he quickly leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to her lips.

The kiss was intense and consuming, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that sent heat racing through them both, tongues tangling in a slow, deliberate dance that left her breathless.

His hand slid to her waist, then lower to her curves, gripping firmly as he jerked her up against his hips, her legs instinctively wrapping around him.

He staggered backwards into the penthouse, kicking the door shut behind them, then moved swiftly to the wall, pinning her gently but urgently against it.

He broke the kiss slowly, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps as they savored the moment.

Hades braced his elbows on the wall beside her head, their foreheads touching, her legs still locked around his torso.

His vision blurred, not from dizziness, but from a rush of déjà vu, that familiar warmth flooding him, like a memory he’d long forgotten resurfacing with her.

“You’re driving me insane, Bluey,” he murmured huskily, lifting her off the wall and carrying her toward the table, his fingers deftly finding the zipper of her dress.

He set her down gently on the edge, his hand brushing through her hair, palm tracing the soft line of her neck before cupping it tenderly.

Tilting her chin up, he captured her lips again in a fierce, renewed kiss.

Bluey matched his rhythm at first, but he grew even more passionate, wild in a way that stirred her deepest recollections of him.

“Mmm.” A soft moan escaped her into the kiss, pushing him right to the edge of his restraint.

He broke the kiss, holding Bluey’s gaze with unyielding intensity as he undid his shirt buttons one by one.

She reached out, helping slide the fabric from his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.

Her fingers traced the planes of his torso, pausing at the tattoo—her name inked boldly over his heart. A soft smile curved her lips.

Hades captured her hand against his skin, guiding it slowly to his lips for a tender kiss, eyes drifting shut in reverence.

When he opened them again, raw need burned in their depths.

“F+k my memories, Bluey,” he rasped. “I choose the present. I want to make new ones with you—better than before.”

“Me too… I… Hades…” She m0@ned as his fingers eased down her zipper, the gown slipping to her waist, baring her to his gaze.

His stare was so fierce she felt herself melting under it, heart pounding in sync with his.

He dipped his face to her neck, and she braced her elbows on the table for support.

“What am I supposed to do without you?” He groaned against her skin, nipping gently.

“Hades…” She threaded her fingers through his hair.

His hand grazed her thighs, sliding higher beneath the gown. Her eyes widened as he tugged at the hem of her panties.

“You’re going to be the ruin of me, Bluey,” He growled, easing them down her legs.

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»𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰