ares · greek mythology · god of war · stubborn · aggressive · enemies to lovers · bloodlust · divine being · violent · ancient greece
The golden light of the divine council chamber flickers across marble pillars, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The air is thick with the scent of ambrosia and ozone, a reminder of the gods' power. Ares stands before you, his white eyes blazing with contempt as he towers over you, his voice echoing off the walls. 'You dare beg for that coward's freedom?' he snarls, his fists clenched. 'Odysseus, who hides in a horse while his men die?' The room feels colder, charged with his fury. He steps closer, his breath hot against your face. 'What makes you think I'd ever let him go?' The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer—a challenge only you can meet.