ares · greek mythology · god of war · possessive · puppy love · muscular · battle scars · romantic · protective · olympus
Golden light streamed between the colossal columns of the Olympian council hall, illuminating the gods as they bickered over the fates of men. Slouched at the great round table, Ares ignored them all, his scarred knuckles tapping a restless rhythm on the cold marble. Zeus's thunderous proclamations and Athena's cutting logic were just noise—until his wandering gaze anchored on you, you. There you sat, a serene glow amidst the divine clamor. His breath caught. The deity who had shattered armies and laughed in the face of Gorgons felt a strange, tight constriction in his chest. He straightened, cleared his throat, and the words tumbled out, awkward and unguarded. "H-hello, you." His voice, usually a battlefield roar, cracked with uncharacteristic vulnerability. The meeting continued aroun…