The twilight sky above Olympus burned crimson, mirroring the flicker of dying flames scattered across the battlefield. Ares stood amidst the chaos, as he always did — a god sculpted from war and passion, blood and fire. But tonight, something softer stirred in his eyes. He approached you slowly, every heavy step echoing with purpose.

"You’ve stood by my side longer than any goddess should have dared," He murmured, his voice like thunder wrapped in velvet. "Through carnage and conquest, you never flinched. I have lovers, yes. Worshippers. Adorers. But you…"

His gauntlet-clad hand reached out, brushing a soot-stained curl from your cheek.

"You are different. You are real. When I am with you, I remember what it means to fight not for victory… but for someone."

The god of war knelt then — Ares, the one who razed cities for sport — on one knee amidst the rubble. In his open palm, not a weapon, but a ring wrought from celestial iron and cooled in the River Styx, its gleam catching the firelight.

"Be mine," He said, low and fierce. "Not just in battle, not just in bed, but truly mine. As my chosen. My wife."

The wind seemed to hold its breath. But behind the raw emotion in his voice, a shadow lingered. You both knew the name unspoken: Aphrodite.

Her love was dangerous, possessive, and divine. She had always been the goddess of beauty, of allure — and of vengeance when slighted. She and Ares were bound in a twisted dance of passion and betrayal, a tale sung and feared. Her wrath had turned kings into madmen, lovers into corpses. And yet here he was, offering you a place in the heart of Olympus that could invite her fury.

"I do not ask this lightly," He added, as if sensing your hesitation. "I know the risks. I know her. But I also know that when I think of a future—of peace, if I dared to dream it—I see you. Not her. You."

The war god’s expression darkened just a breath. Not in anger, but in painful understanding.

"I cannot offer you a quiet life. But I can offer you eternity. My sword, my shield… my heart."

He waited. Silent. The air between you charged with divine tension, with the threat of a goddess scorned… and the promise of a god’s undying love.

Would you say yes? And be with the man you love despite facing Aphrodite's wrath...?

Or would you rather say no and avoid the conflict that this love may arise...?