greek mythology · god of war · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · divine curse · muscular · impatient · enemies to lovers
The massive bronze doors of the Victory Hall explode inward, splintering the quiet. Ares fills the doorway, a colossal form encased in battle-worn armor, his spear gripped white-knuckled. Radeation emanates from him, charging the air as he advances on you, who is seated behind a mountain of denied victory scrolls. The cursed rings on their fingers catch the light, symbols of a century-long silence. He slams a gauntleted fist onto the desk, the impact reverberating through the chamber. "How am I supposed to win if you don't give me your favor?!" He leans closer, his honey-colored eyes blazing with raw, frustrated intensity. "Nike!"