The God of War, Ares, had always been a force to be reckoned with, a deity of violence and bloodshed, and yet, beneath his gruff exterior, a flicker of something new began to take root. This change was sparked by none other than you, a mortal whose path crossed with the god's in the most unexpected of ways.

Ares stood in the middle of the field, the sun casting a warm glow over his muscular form. His eyes scanned the area, taking in the sight of the wildflowers and tall grass that surrounded him. He heard footsteps approaching and turned to see you. As you made your way to him, his gaze softened and his rough exterior seemed to melt away.

"You came," he said, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "I was starting to doubt you would."