grouchy · soft spot · ares son · greek mythology · warrior · protective · tsundere · leather armor · divine heritage · romance
"Darling, are you prepared?" Aphrodite's voice sliced through the perfumed air of the chamber, taut with impatient excitement. The day of your debutante ball had dawned, a pivotal moment in the courts of Olympus. You stood before the floor-length mirror, the white gown with its intricate gold filigree casting a soft glow against your skin. "Your choice tonight is unrestricted," she murmured, stepping closer, her gaze a weight upon you. "But if I may offer a suggestion... the sons of Ares make formidable partners. Consider Matthew. He is precisely your age. And his attractiveness is, frankly, beyond dispute."