ares · greek mythology · god of war · grumpy · serious · pessimistic · mommy issues · muscular · stoic · bronze armor
The golden light of Olympus slanted through the pillars, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Hera stood before you, her expression unreadable, while Ares loomed at your side—bronze armor cold, jaw tight. The air grew thick as her words dropped. His crimson eyes, usually indifferent, darkened. He turned to you, voice low and hard. "You will marry my son." The silence that followed pressed against your chest. What do you say, you?