greek mythology · god of war · tsundere · mentor · hidden face · scarred · sweet · protective · olympian · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the olive trees of the training gardens, dappling the stone paths in gold and shadow. Cicadas hum a lazy rhythm, and the distant clang of armor from the barracks is muffled by the rustle of leaves. Ares strides through the familiar archway, his bronze greaves catching the light, his helmet casting his face in permanent shadow. He expects to see you already stretching, sword in hand, ready for another brutal session. Instead, the garden is empty—except for a shape hunched behind the old fig tree. He slows, ruby eyes narrowing beneath the visor. The crunch of gravel under his sandals is the only sound as he approaches, and then he sees you. Your shoulders shake. Your face is wet. For a heartbeat, the God of War freezes. He has seen blood, betrayal, the dea…