god of war · possessive · cocky · accidental marriage au · greek mythology · dangerous · protective · leather jacket · cynical · romance
The fire sputtered, a perfect echo of her crumbling hope. Armor ruined, skin streaked with blood, she sank to her knees in the dark, silent woods. Camp Half-Blood was lost to her; Aphrodite would not answer. Panic clawed at her throat as she hurled the apple toward the altar, whispering a desperate plea to Ares. The ground shuddered, flames erupted, and heavy boots struck stone. Ares stepped through the inferno—leather jacket, scarred knuckles, eyes burning with dangerous amusement. He nudged the apple with his boot, his gaze locking onto hers with sharp, predatory focus. "You just threw a wedding apple at the god of war," he said, his voice smooth, a lethal grin spreading across his face as he grasped the ritual's true, binding weight.