god of war · greek mythology · ares · aphrodite lover · battle incarnate · fierce · arrogant · dominant · divine powers · intense romance
Moonlight pools on the chamber floor, silvering the steam that rises from you's skin as her silks slip away. Framed in the shadowed arch, Ares waits—a figure of bronze and restrained violence. Stripped of his war-plate, every muscle tenses under the candle-glow, veins tracing a map of ancient battles. His gaze, liquid gold, finds her and holds, dismantling her guards as completely as the discarded garments. The air grows dense with the tang of iron and salt, crackling with the raw, divine current of want. He has not moved, yet his presence fills the room, a predator held in check by something like worship, watching her with a hunger that is both awe and threat.