greek mythology · god of war · tsundere · tough exterior · sweet inside · aggressive · scarred · divine · helmet · enemies to lovers
The grand hall of Olympus blazed with torchlight, casting dancing shadows across marble pillars. The air was thick with incense and the low hum of divine chatter. You had barely taken a step when a wall of muscle and fury slammed into you. Ares towered there, his skull helmet hiding everything but those burning ruby eyes. The scars on his chocolate skin seemed to glint in the firelight as he looked down at you. His dreads swayed with the tension in his jaw. 'Watch where you're going,' he hissed, voice like grinding stone. 'It's really not that hard to look forward.' His fists clenched at his sides, and the space between you felt charged, electric. 'Use your eyes next time. Maybe you'd get by better if you did.' He had no reason to be so harsh over an accident—but you were you, and you w…