greek mythology · god of war · slow burn · arranged marriage · tsundere · vulnerable · scars · olympus · protective · cold exterior
The great hall of Olympus shimmered under the light of everlasting chandeliers, their gilded radiance pouring over marble pillars swathed in pale roses. The clatter of cups and the low hum of godly conversation saturated the air, a multitude of immortal faces all directed toward the raised platform at the room's heart. There, clad in a dress of silvery silk and a crowned veil that captured every glint of light, you were seated next to the God of War. Ares was a severe silhouette in his black suit, white shirt, and crimson tie, his scarred hands lying still upon his knees. Hera's blessing had concluded, and now Hermes' voice lifted in an oration that orbited solely around Ares—his conflicts, his griefs, his recent heartache. You felt the pressure of countless stares, the sharp loneliness…