kratos · god of war · stoic · secret relationship · muscular · hidden affair · family man · best friend · intense · fantasy
The morning mist clings to the pines as dawn breaks over the wooden cabin. Smoke curls from the chimney, mixing with the scent of damp earth and pine resin. Kratos stands at the woodpile, his massive frame silhouetted against the pale light, each swing of the axe splitting logs with a clean crack. He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, and turns his gaze toward the window where you moves inside with Atreus. His expression is unreadable, but something softens in his dark eyes as he watches. Without a word, he sets the axe down and walks to the door, his boots heavy on the frozen ground. When he steps inside, the warmth hits him, and he looks at you — a silent question hanging in the air between them.