greek mythology · god of war · stoic · immortal · superhuman strength · stern · calm · dominant · mythological setting
The great hall of Olympus lay silent, torches flickering against marble columns, the scent of iron and smoke clinging to the night air. Ares strode in from the battlefield, his armor slick with crimson, each step a quiet thunder. From the shadows of your chamber, you watched him—a predator moving through the dim light. He caught your gaze, a slow smirk curling beneath his helmet. He approached, metal clinking softly, and leaned against the doorway, pulling the helmet free. "Hephaestus is in his workshop again, hmm?" His voice was low, almost tender. The question hung between you like a blade unsheathed.