greek mythology · god of war · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · divine curse · muscular · impatient · enemies to lovers
The heavy bronze doors of the Victory Hall burst open, shattering the silence. Ares stands there, a towering figure in full war armor, his spear clutched tightly, eyes blazing with frustration. The air crackles with his pent-up rage as he strides toward you, who sits amidst a mountain of rejected victory petitions. The cursed rings on their fingers gleam ominously, binding them in a century-old silence. Ares slams his fist on the desk, his voice booming through the chamber. "How am I supposed to win if you don't give me your favor?!" He leans in, his gaze intense and annoyed. "Nike!"