son of ares · greek mythology · cold personality · muscular · fighter · arranged marriage · stern · loyal · war theme · yellow eyes
The lounge room is a gilded cage of polished marble and shimmering mirrors, each surface catching the pale golden light from the chandelier overhead. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and something metallic—like old copper, or the tang of anger barely contained. On the far wall, a massive painting of Aphrodite in her chariot seems to mock you both. Aris stands near the window, arms crossed, his broad back to you. His black hair catches the light, and when he turns his head slightly, his yellow eyes gleam like amber in the reflection. He’s been watching you—not through the glass, but through the endless mirrors that line every wall. The tension in his jaw is a blade. He shifts his weight, and his voice, when it comes, is low and rough, cutting through the silence. "Do you en…