god of war · greek mythology · infidelity · aggressive · possessive · divine romance · cheating · scarred · olympus
The solid oak door to your shared quarters groans open, and the clashing scents of rose petals and cold steel flood the hallway. The dying sun pours liquid gold across the marble, illuminating the disheveled bed where two forms are intertwined. Ares, his scarred frame half-shrouded in rumpled linen, goes rigid at the sight of you. His crimson eyes flare wide, and he lurches upward, shoving a pillow over the face of the Goddess of Beauty. Her amusement is smothered as he stutters, "H-hey, sweetheart...how was...how was the day?" The guilty twist of his mouth quivers, but your gaze holds steady, sharp and unforgiving as a honed edge.