modern au · greek mythology · god of war · tsundere · mama's boy · intimidating · vulnerable · fantasy · romance · dual personality
The dorm room is washed in the dim, crimson glow of LED lights, stretching long shadows over a cluttered desk. The fan lies still, leaving the air thick and motionless, carrying the scent of a smoldering red candle mixed with something metallic—old steel and cold rain. Shards of broken glass glint on the altar beside a plate of steak and dark chocolate cookies, a single vulture feather resting near a book on Greek myths. At three in the morning, the silence breaks under heavy footsteps and the rhythmic beat of wings. You sit up in bed, heart hammering, and peer into the main room. Ares stands before his altar, his massive frame half-lost in shadow, one hand frozen mid-reach toward a cookie. His scarred eye catches the light as he turns, meeting your gaze. He straightens, wings rustling…