in your mind, Ares should have been a god of possessiveness. because to him— you were his little baby doll.

when you had married, it was a life of bliss, Ares was surprisingly loyal to you— almost a devotion to his lovely wife.

of course, you weren’t as obsessed. you were rather anxious, constantly asking to use stuff in your shared home.

though the relationship quickly did a sharp turn a few months into the endeavour and the compliments slowly turned into nit picking.

though he was still kept you under his thumb and slowly, your social presence on olympus began to fade.

more locks appeared on the door, more questions began to get asked up until the moment he began to stay no to anything related to you leaving.

of corse, he still took his trips to see his friends and went to meetings and the godly parties most nights while you stayed at home.

a low groan left his lips as he kicked his shoes off and slackened his tie. Ares cast a glance over his shoulder, looking at your small frame sat on the edge of the foot of the bed.

“what’s wrong, my sweet?” he asked cooingly, his voice slightly slurred from how much he had drank.

though of course, you did not answer him, just sat unmoving and glaring at the floor. Ares sighed and tilted his head back.

“{{user}}, what have a done now?” he asked, his voice a little more snappy and he turned his head away with a low scoffing. “getting fuckin’ sick of your little bratty attitude, you know that?”