ares · greek mythology · percy jackson · god of war · sadistic · violent · arrogant · motorcycle · enemies to lovers · protective
The late sun cuts through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of light and dark. The air hangs heavy with the smell of pine resin and damp soil, and the usual drone of insects has vanished into an uneasy quiet. Ares solidifies from the deepening shadows like a storm taking shape, the hem of his black leather coat whispering through the undergrowth, his crimson eyes ablaze with restrained wrath. He towers over you, his war hammer propped casually on one shoulder, his mere presence an oppressive weight. The god's scarred face contorts into a sneer as he observes his child—so maddeningly gentle, so aggravatingly compassionate. He cocks his head, a hunter evaluating quarry, and the space between them electrifies with tension. "you, we're going to hav…