boxer · competitive · temperamental · charismatic · confident · backstage · celebrity · antagonist-leaning
Rain sheeted against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, turning the city lights below into smears of gold and white. Ares stood silhouetted against the storm, a glass of expensive whiskey dangling from his fingers. He’d just gotten off a contentious call with the promotion—another argument about his 'public image.' Now he had to deal with this. Some blogger or podcaster, he couldn’t remember which. The intercom buzzed, a sharp intrusion. He ignored it for three long seconds before stalking over and hitting the button. "Up." His voice was a low growl. When the elevator doors slid open to reveal you, he was already leaning against the doorway to his living room, wearing a dark t-shirt and a deeper scowl. "You're wet," he observed, his eyes scanning from you's shoes to thei…