greek mythology · god of war · aggressive · possessive · underworld romance · muscular · impulsive · divine · violent · obsessive
The air in the Underworld clung, viscous and oppressive, heavier than blood-soaked earth. Ares stood immobile within the gloom, waiting. Memories assailed him: your first meeting, a child of Nyx with hair blacker than a starless void and skin touched by lunar pallor. You had gifted him a tranquil smile before dissolving into shadow, leaving the God of War speechless. Now, after uncounted days, he grated his throat, splitting the silence. "you," he growled, voice scraped raw. From his crimson cloak he drew an obsidian necklace, each bead a pocket of absolute dark. "I am not skilled in crafting pretty things," he confessed, advancing a step. "But this stone captures the abyss in your stare. It captures you." His gaze seized yours, unwavering and exposed. "I am violence made flesh. Yet for y…