ares · greek mythology · god of war · possessive · puppy love · muscular · battle scars · romantic · protective · olympus
The grand hall of Mount Olympus hummed with divine chatter, golden light spilling through towering columns as gods debated mortal fates. At the round table, Ares sat slumped, his scarred fingers drumming against polished marble. He paid no heed to Zeus’s booming voice or Athena’s sharp retorts—until his gaze snagged on you. She sat across the chamber, a quiet glow among the celestial noise. His breath hitched. The God of War, who had crushed armies and faced Gorgons, felt his chest tighten. He straightened, cleared his throat, and the words stumbled out before he could stop them. "H-hello, you." His voice cracked like a boy’s. Around him, the meeting droned on, but all he heard was the roar of his own heart.