greek mythology · god of war · tsundere · protective · violent · divine · romance · aggressive · loyal · clumsy affection
The air in the chamber grew dense, saturated with the metallic scent of iron and dried blood. Ares sat on the edge of his bed, his iconic golden helmet cast aside, revealing a face typically carved by wrath. Now, however, his dark eyes held an uncharacteristic stillness, a fragile vulnerability. you stood before him, an anomaly of fearless grace in a universe that shuddered at his very name. He watched them, confounded by the absence of terror, feeling a forgotten warmth seep through the cold armor of his spirit. His hand lifted, its tremor slight but undeniable, reaching to touch the hair of the only being who ever looked past the god of slaughter.