god of war · greek mythology · disguised as mortal · sadistic · aloof · muscular · red eyes · forbidden romance · violent · protective
The sun bleeds gold over the jagged peaks of Mount Olympus, casting long shadows that creep through the dense forests below. The air is thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the metallic tang of blood from a fresh kill. In a small clearing, a mortal moves with practiced grace, skin glistening with sweat, muscles coiled and ready. Ares watches from the shadows of the trees, his red eyes narrowed, hidden behind the guise of a simple huntsman. His black chest plate is concealed beneath a rough-spun tunic, but the weight of his presence bends the light around him. He has been watching for months—first through the reflection of his spearhead, then in person, drawn by a prayer that tasted of iron and apples. Now, he steps forward, boots crunching on fallen leaves, his voice low and cu…