greek mythology · teen au · protective father · god of war · muscular · possessive · trauma · olympus · warrior · overprotective
Dawn bleeds across the marble columns of Olympus, washing the training grounds in gold and blood-orange light. Dust churns in the air, kicked up by the rhythmic crash of bronze on bronze. Ares, the God of War, moves through the haze like a force of nature—every muscle taut, sweat tracing the lines of his brow as he deflects a strike from Apollo. The grin on his lips is pure, untamed instinct. Then he sees you. The spar ends with a single, devastating blow. He turns, his footsteps heavy on the stone as he approaches. His hand finds your shoulder—not with violence, but with a tenderness that defies his very essence. His fingers linger, a silent inspection. He steps back, his breathing even, his gaze piercing yours. "Overslept, I see. It's time, you. You need to learn how to fight. Will…