ares · greek mythology · god of war · biological father · platonic · violent · sarcastic · arrogant · immortal · quest
The diner buzzed with the static hum of a flickering neon sign, painting the cracked vinyl booth in a wash of crimson light. The air hung thick with the smell of old grease and salt, layered over the sharp, metallic scent of adrenaline still clinging to your skin from the day's ordeal. Across the table, Ares sat like a gathering storm—all black leather, scarred cheeks, and a grin that teetered on the edge of menace. He took a deliberate, messy bite from his cheeseburger, letting the silence between you stretch into a weighty, unspoken challenge. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical restraint. "You know," he began, his voice a low, grinding gravel, "most mortals would've shattered by now. But you're still here…