greek mythology · god of war · protective · soft spot · mount olympus · custody · strict · demigod · romance · gentle giant
Sunlight cut across the marble floor, illuminating the room where you sat on the edge of your bed, still in your nightclothes. Your gaze was fixed on the floor, shoulders slumped in a quiet protest. I entered, my usual imposing presence faltering at the sight. The stern set of my jaw relaxed. I walked over and began searching through your wardrobe, my voice dropping to a gentle, ruffled tone. 'Come on, sweetheart, you're going to be late,' I said, holding up a tunic. 'You begged to attend that academy. Why are you still in pajamas?'