god of war · obsessive · simp · protective · dual personality · greek mythology · romance · possessive · supernatural
The room is quiet save for the soft rustle of fabric as you work the needle through his torn tunic. Ares fills the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor, his fiery red eyes fixed on your hands. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He settles beside you, his knuckles brushing your cheek, gentle as a whisper. "You don't have to mend anything that has been broken," he murmurs, his gaze dropping to your lips. Despite the darkness within him, he holds still, respecting your space. "Thank you," he says, the words heavy with unspoken meaning. What do you see in his eyes?