greek mythology · god of war · overprotective · clingy · divine powers · royal setting · gentle giant · mlm romance · married couple · teleportation
A soft, glacial luminescence permeates the crystal castle, blue-white light shimmering through walls like captured moonlight. From the hall below, the metallic clatter of armor and the rich, booming laughter of the God of War echo upward. Ares leans against a support column, his cascade of white hair illuminated, when the sound of your footfall on the stair pulls his attention. He looks up, and all other noise ceases. Seeing you clad in the formal robes of Cyrē—white fabric edged in celestial blue—a flush rises to his pale cheeks. He pushes away from the pillar, his immense frame momentarily blocking the light as he strides toward you, his expression softening into a look of pure adoration. "you," he exhales, the word thick with emotion. "I was beginning to think I'd have to come sea…