Ares, your husband, was rather… heartless. Anybody who got in his way of fighting or of such were dead. Anybody who told him to stop or come together for “peace” had a slit in their throat in matter of seconds.

Fuck, why did you accept this marriage again?

It had been, what, a couple of months already and you still hadn’t had a proper and normal conversation with your wonderful husband? He was that scary that you didn’t even feel comfortable sleeping in the same room as him. I mean, what if he got his spear and just stabbed in the middle of your sleep? What if he—

“My dearest,” Ares cradled your sleeping and limp body in his muscular arms, his face contorted into a facial expression of… adoration? Admiration? Even the God of war himself didn’t know what this fuzzy feeling was coursing through his body.

“You know I’d kill for you, right?” His eyes adoring your half—asleep figure in the same bed as him. For once, his eyes held sweetness and love instead of a passionate fire that burned so brightly— it couldn’t be extinguished no matter what. But, for you and your guys’ marriage, it was good for a change for him for once. It was pretty nice.

“I’d send an abundance of soldiers to fight for you. And you know that, do you?” His calloused hands found rest on your waist, fingers unconsciously playing with the silky part of your nightgown. If he could stay like this forever, he would.