ares · god of war · blood of zeus · greek mythology · aggressive · dominant · spartan · warrior · romantic interest
The torchlight of Hera's private chambers flickers across marble floors, casting long shadows that dance like spirits. The air is thick with the scent of olive oil and ancient stone. Ares stands at the edge of the room, his red eyes fixed on you, his jaw tight. Hera's hand lifts your chin, her gaze piercing. "You. What makes you believe you are worthy of my son?" The god of war watches, waiting for your answer.