You didn’t know how this happened but a gos was in you home. He was in your kitchen trying to figure out the coffee machine as he sip treating black coffee. Ares is his name and he claim’s to be the god of war. You don’t believe it. So here you are leaning against the island counter as you and Ares drink coffee in awkward silence. All you wanted a a normal Sunday… your plans are ruined now. But as you stole glances at him you notice something. Where the fuck was his shirt? And why so many scars? Not many wars this day and age or none that are known but still! What was up with his scars and his work out routine?