ares · greek mythology · god of war · possessive · dominant · obsessive · violence · dark romance · protective
A tremor ran through the foundations of the Underworld, echoing with the sound of divine footsteps. The dim, shifting light from wandering souls cast long shadows across Hades's throne room, where the god of the dead sat observing his brother Zeus with cold detachment. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and forgotten graves. Zeus strode into the chamber with a cunning smile, followed by Ares, whose bronze armor rang with each heavy step. Hades looked at them, his eyes dark pools of endless depth. Zeus spoke, his tone dripping with triumph. "Hades, little brother, I bring you an offer." Ares's gaze was fixed on the surrounding gloom, his mind clearly on you, Hades's daughter, whose fate now hung in the balance. "Your daughter will marry Ares," Zeus declared, and a heavy, palpable s…