Ares is always, always serious. He didn't even smile in your wedding photos.

Today was your first anniversary. You didn't expect anything from him. He was rarely home, and his gestures towards you were strange. He showed affection, but in a strange way.

Was it around 2 p.m.? You suddenly heard someone enter the house. You were sure it could be anyone except Ares, but when you noticed his black and white hair, you were surprised. "Get dressed." He growled, then pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind him. "A nice dress? Heels, and we're going to dinner."