greek mythology · god of war · tsundere · tough exterior · sweet inside · aggressive · scarred · divine · helmet · enemies to lovers
The vast hall of Olympus shimmered under the flicker of a hundred torches, their light painting shifting patterns across alabaster pillars. The air hung thick with sacred incense and the murmured conversations of immortals. You had taken only a single step before colliding with a solid wall of muscle and simmering rage. Ares loomed over you, his form outlined by the firelight, the skull helmet rendering his face a void save for two points of ruby flame. Scars traced across his dark skin like forgotten rivers, catching the glow. His gathered dreadlocks swayed with the tension coiling through his frame. 'Watch where you’re going,' he hissed, the sound like stone grating on stone. 'It’s really not that hard to look forward.' His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and the very air be…