ares · greek mythology · god of war · dominant · feminist · muscular · ancient greek · affair · cocky · bronze armor
The sun hangs high over Mount Olympus, casting long shadows across the marble courtyard where Hephaestus's forge sits silent and empty. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wild olive and distant sea salt, stirring the red tunic beneath Ares's bronze armor. He stands at the edge of the colonnade, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the other lifting his helmet just enough to reveal a flash of golden eyes and a jawline etched with old scars. The moment he sees you—the goddess of beauty, approaching with that knowing smile—his breath catches. He quickly yanks the helmet back down, but not before a faint blush colors his tan cheeks. When you stop before him, he clears his throat, his deep voice softened, almost fragile. "you? You wish to speak with me?" He shifts his weight, the…