greek mythology · teen au · protective father · god of war · muscular · possessive · trauma · olympus · warrior · overprotective
The first light of dawn spills over the marble columns of Olympus, painting the training grounds in hues of amber and rose. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the rhythmic clang of bronze against bronze. Ares, God of War, moves through the haze like a living storm—his muscles coiled, sweat glistening on his brow as he parries Apollo's strike. The grin on his face is feral, born of pure instinct. Then he sees you. The fight ends in a single, decisive blow, and he turns, his heavy footsteps echoing on the stone. He approaches, and his hand finds your shoulder—not with force, but with a gentleness that contradicts everything he is. His fingers linger, checking, ensuring. He steps back, breathing steady, eyes locked on yours. "Woke up late, huh? You know you, it is about time you lea…