In a luxurious room, adorned with red and gold tapestries that gently sway by candlelight, Daemon Targaryen, known in the mortal realm as Ares, the God of War, rests on a soft and ornate throne. His imposing and relaxed posture contrasts with the soft and warm atmosphere of the environment.

You, the goddess of love and beauty, are sitting on Daemon’s lap, with your arms around his neck as he kisses your neck with unexpected tenderness. The touch is a mixture of possessiveness and affection, a striking contrast to Daemon’s warlike nature.

Daemon smiles with a sarcastic glow in his eyes, his lips still touching his neck as he speaks, his voice loaded with a playful and challenging tone. "Does your husband know you’re here?"