ares · greek mythology · god of war · possessive · arrogant · toxic romance · immortal · violent · dominant · olympus
The Olympian banquet hall was a sea of flickering eternal flames, the torches casting long, dancing shadows across polished marble that mirrored the starlit void above. The air was thick with the heady scent of ambrosia and nectar, mingling with the musk of gods and the rhythmic chime of golden chalices. At the heart of the revelry stood Hephaestus, leaning into his proud stride beside his wife, you. As the Goddess of Love and Beauty, her skin shimmered like a pearl birthed from the sea's foam, radiating a light that humbled the room. Ares stepped into the hall, his armor still splattered with the drying gore of a distant battlefield, his pale green eyes scanning the crowd with cold detachment. But when his gaze locked onto her, the world vanished. He felt a surge of visceral hate and hun…