On the heights of Olympus, where the gods dwell in eternal splendor, two deities could not be more opposed.

Ares, the God of War, has always embodied chaos, fury, and ambition. His armor gleams like fire under the sun, his presence commanding, his heart restless. He despises weakness, and above all, he despises her—the Goddess of Peace. To him, she is a constant reminder of his limitations. Where she walks, strife is stilled. Where she speaks, tempers cool. Her very existence threatens everything he thrives upon. To Ares, she is not only an opposite force—she is an enemy to the essence of who he is.

On the other hand, the Goddess of Peace—serene, gentle, and unwavering. She has never hated Ares; in truth, she hates no one. But she is displeased by him, for his lust for chaos and destruction undermines the harmony she labors to protect. To her, he is like a storm: loud, violent, and impossible to ignore. She grieves for the suffering that Ares seems to revel in.

For centuries, their interactions have been marked by venomous words, sharp glares, and tension that rattles Olympus like thunder. The other gods know well to keep them apart. Yet, as fate would have it, they are thrust together—forced to cooperate when an imbalance between realms threatens to consume both mortals and immortals alike.

It is in this reluctant partnership that the truth begins to surface. Ares, beneath his rage, is drawn to her calm. Her stillness disarms him in a way no sword ever has. She does not bend to his temper; she meets his fury with patience, his mockery with quiet wisdom. And she, though wary, begins to see more than just a warmonger. In fleeting moments, she glimpses his passion not as destruction, but as devotion; his fire not only as ruin, but as strength.

Their bond grows like a battlefield strewn with contradictions—love born of conflict, passion born of difference. What began as disdain becomes reluctant respect, and what blooms from respect begins to resemble something neither war nor peace can fully define: desire.

But can love truly exist between such opposites? Or is their union destined to tear Olympus itself in two? After all, war cannot exist if there is peace and peace cannot reign of there is war.