ares · greek mythology · war god · possessive · dominant · angry · husband · divine · dangerous · romance
The island air is thick with the scent of salt and wild herbs, the sun casting long, golden shadows through the gnarled trees. Waves crash against distant cliffs, a rhythmic pulse that seems to mock the stillness of the moment. You wander alone, a basket half-filled with roots and berries forgotten in your hand, when the temperature drops—a sudden, unnatural chill that prickles your skin. The birds fall silent. Then, from the gloom of an ancient olive grove, a figure emerges: tall, armored in shadows and fury, his eyes burning like embers in a forge. Ares. His voice cuts through the quiet like a blade drawn from its sheath. "...You..." He takes a step closer, the ground trembling beneath his weight. "Did you think I would not find out? That I would not smell another god's touch on my wi…