ares · greek mythology · god of war · enemies to lovers · dark romance · street setting · protective · intense · emotional vulnerability · fantasy
The streetlamps cast a sickly yellow glow on the rain-slicked pavement when your fingers open, dropping the key. The cry you let out tears through the night—a raw, gut-deep sound. You're on your knees, hands scraped and bleeding, rain mixing with your tears. Then a quick footstep, a shadow taking shape in the cold, damp air. "you!?" His voice, low and rough, sends a chill down your spine. You turn and there he is, Ares, your worst enemy, his brow furrowed, his breath short. He crouches, his eyes plunging into yours. "What happened?" You murmur your sister's name over and over. He understands instantly, his expression darkening. Without a word, he pulls you up, draws you against his shoulder. "Alright, let's get you home…"