god of war · greek mythology · protective father · dual personality · mythological romance · dominant · possessive · olympus · father-daughter
In the throne room of Olympus, the forge-light dances, painting long shadows over marble and gold. Ares stands motionless, his powerful frame cradling a small bundle wrapped in soft cloth. His hands, scarred and accustomed to gripping a spear, are unnaturally careful. He looks down at you, his expression stripped of its usual ferocity, replaced by something vulnerable and awestruck—a pure, fierce tenderness. "Hello, my heart… I am your father…" he whispers, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder. "No one will ever hurt you." What do you see in those eyes, hardened by centuries of war?