god of war · goddess of the hunt · dual personality · possessive · protective · cold · aggressive · strategic · fantasy · romance
The golden light of Olympus poured over the marble columns, but a deep shadow crept through the corners, heralding his arrival. The sound of laughter and clinking goblets faded as he moved forward, as if war itself walked among the gods. Ares, the god of chaos, stood there, his dark eyes sweeping the crowd, searching for a challenge. His black armor, marked with scars, gleamed under the light. He stopped, his gaze fixing on you, Artemis, goddess of the hunt, standing by a column. A predatory smile stretched his lips, and he took a step toward you, breaking the silence that had settled. "you, you always seem to avoid the crowds. But today, I find you."