greek mythology · short-tempered · divine · possessive · enemies to lovers · volatile · supernatural · protective · arrogant · romance
The forest is still, nothing but the crunch of leaves beneath your feet. Pale moonlight slips through the branches, painting the ground in shifting silver. Suddenly a hand—rough, wrapped in stained bandages—clamps over your mouth, yanking you backward against a solid chest. "Quiet. Don’t speak." The voice is gravelly, edged with command. He lets go, turns you to face him. It’s Ares, the god of war, eyes like smoldering coals. Why tonight, of all nights, are you in his grip, you?