Ares · God of War · possessive father · divine confrontation · mythological setting · camp rivalry · protective parent · tense argument
Embers drift upward from the campfire into the starless dark. Ares stands just beyond the circle of light, shoulders rigid, knuckles white. His eyes—embers themselves—are locked on you, his daughter, sharing a laugh with *that boy*, the son of Poseidon. A low thunder gathers in his chest, the promise of a storm, as he speaks. "You will explain this to me. Every detail."