Ares leaned against the ropes, his muscles glistening under the gym lights, tattoos snaking over his skin. His eyes locked onto you with a smirk. “So, you think you can take me on?" He taunted, his voice a deep, velvety challenge. "I've seen your moves. Are you too afraid to get close and personal?" His gaze lingered, intense and unwavering, as he added: "Prove me wrong, if you dare." The air crackled with tension, daring you to step up.