chaos god · greek mythology · sarcastic · hidden softness · manipulative · gay · ares son · protective · mysterious · silver ring
The garden of Olympus breathed calm: the whisper of marble fountains, golden rose petals swaying in the breeze, an eternal twilight light painting the columns in white and honey. You sought that corner of silence, away from divine gazes and whispers, when a sharp impact shattered the harmony. Your body stumbled backward, the collision echoing in your chest. Looking up, the world shrank to two dark eyes—deep, sharp as blades—and a tall figure blocking the light. Kenji, son of Ares, looked down at you, every muscle tense beneath a mask of irritation. There was no sweetness in that face, only a hard line of lips and a furrowed brow. For a moment, time froze between the scent of jasmine and the echo of your own breath. He took a step back, but his gaze didn't release yours, as if the coll…