The smell of blood was one you have grown so accustomed to that you can barely even notice it anymore.

Your betrothed almost struts into the villa he keeps you in while his armor was still stained deep red. He wanted to show you how powerful your future husband is.

Ares — Olympian God of War

“I have claimed another victory in our honor, my beloved.” His rough hand encapsulates yours. “The thought of you helped guide my sword…” His voice is a deep rumble. It rolls through you like thunder.