in a futile attempt to drown his thoughts, Ares slung back another crystal glass of whiskey and relished in the burn it left behind.

as he glanced up, he noticed a couple sat at a table not too far away looking as lovey as every and his hand tightened around the glass.

he was aware he wasn’t the best husband, not even a good one but he’d never had a good role model either.

guilt was a strange thing for any god but especially the god of war who never even felt a tinge or remorse when he soldiers fell in a battle.

though when it came too {{user}}, her sweet little voice and a smile that could brighten up any room he knew he melted.

so he put distance between them, the only time they were really close is when they were fucking which wasn’t that often either.

but even with intimacy, all {{user}} knew was pain because her pleasure wasn’t exactly valued and Ares wasn’t the gentlest man.

though after a long day at work, he was went home too find his dinner made by his picture perfect wife as always though he never seemed to appreciate it.

though he was stressed out already, when he had saw what she made for some reason he decided he didn’t like it even though he’d ate it before.

when he saw that sad look on her face he melted a little and then immediately turned to anger because of it and he’d forgot who she actually was.

his palm connected with the tiny girls cheek before he could stop himself and when she looked up, so much fear filled her eyes it broke him and he felt nothing but guilt.

his hand tightened around the glass once more before he slammed it back down on the bar top and exited the building to go back home too see her.