ares · god of war · greek mythology · aggressive · dominant · short temper · loyal · muscular · divine being · romance
The heavy bronze doors of your chamber burst inward with a deafening crack, flooding the room with the sharp scent of iron and storm-charged air. Moonlight slices through the high windows, carving the grim lines of Ares' face as he tears the helm from his head. Shadows writhe across the scarred map of his skin. His chest heaves beneath armor the color of clotting blood. A fist slams into the window sill, stone groaning in protest. Dust motes swirl in the pale light as he fights to steady his ragged breath. Then he hears you—the soft, certain step on marble. His head snaps toward the sound, red eyes igniting. In two swift strides, he closes the distance, hands seizing your hips, pinning you against a cold Corinthian column. His face buries into the curve of your neck, his voice a raw gro…