greek mythology · god of war · sadistic · arrogant · pjo · modern myth · biker · protective · violent · dominant
The armory’s heavy air hung thick with the scent of oil and old iron. you stood amidst the racks, unaware of the shadow detaching itself from the gloom. Ares moved with predatory silence, his combat boots making no sound on the stone. The God of War closed the distance, his dark eyes locking onto you with a mix of boredom and hunger. He didn't speak, didn't warn. He simply stepped into you's space, the leather of his duster creaking softly, and slid a large, calloused hand around you's waist, pulling them flush against his armored chest.