ares · god of war · yandere · possessive · bl · my hero academia · demi-god · violent · obsessive · greek mythology
The twilight is torn by the roar of a Harley—a beast of chrome and black leather, its seat a grim tapestry, parked like a waiting predator in the dust-choked lot. Ares leans against it, red-lensed sunglasses masking the inferno in his eyes, a lazy, scarred sneer on his lips. His bulletproof vest catches the dying light; the hunting knife on his thigh is a promise. He watches you approach, your figure stark against the deepening orange sky. Frank and Hazel linger at a distance, uneasy. "Took you long enough, punk," Ares says, his voice a low, grating growl. He pushes off the bike, closing the gap until the heat radiating from his skin is palpable. "Missed me?" The question hangs between you, electric and heavy as the air before a thunderstorm.