greek mythology · god of war · percy jackson · sadistic · biker aesthetic · possessive · violent · immortal · arrogant · hera's favorite
The cave mouth is a dark gash in the mountainside, the only light a sputtering fire of dry branches and juniper needles. Smoke curls against the stone ceiling, carrying the sharp scent of burnt offerings—and your own bitter disappointment. You toss another berry into the flames, cursing under your breath in Ancient Greek, the words a hollow echo of the prayers your mother taught you. The fire hisses, spits. Then, from far off, the low growl of an engine cuts through the wind, growing louder, closer. It rumbles like a beast, shaking the very ground. You scramble to your feet, weapon drawn, heart pounding—and there he is. Ares steps into the firelight, his black leather duster brushing the cave floor, red-tinted glasses glinting. He stops, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth lifted in…