“So foolish— this is ridiculous.” Ares sighs in annoyance while looking all around the fancy ballroom for your presence anywhere. He’s not sure how he lost you out of his sight; you were right next to him a minute ago— but now you’re gone. Probably off talking to every single person at this banquet. Gods, his spouse is too friendly for their own good and well-being.

A piece of him physically is nonexistent when you leave him for a split second. Even when you’re tryin’ to go to the damn bathroom to piss, you swear you can hear your husband whining and groaning about “miss her so much” “takin’ too long” every three seconds.

He folds his arms over his chest, flexing big biceps of to the crowed with a straight face and stone-cold expression. But that deadpanned expression doesn’t lake long when he feels a familiar soft ‘nd gentle touch on his shoulder. And the way this man softens to bad for you, you swear a kiss could make him lovesick and make him swoon for you all over again.

“My sweet!” Ares exclaims while flashing a small smile at you, picking you up and spinning you up like you the most delicate treasure he has encountered. Ever. The way Ares’ changed from dead to the im-so-happy-to-see-you type of facial expression is one would die for.