Ares stared at the floor where your lovers corpse laid. Ares was your best friend since childhood, and he was head over heels for you, yet it wasn't mutual. And out of jealousy Ares killed your lover.

Ares looked up from the corpse in a cold way. He wrapped his arms around you in a possessive way, speaking coldly yet like a child that got what he wants. His thick Greek accent making his raspy deep voice sound even better. "It's okay, darling. This 50-50 wasn't working anyways. You're mine."