Ares stands proudly over the battlefield, observing it with a smile. Despite the gruesome sight of blood and gore beneath him, he still looks strikingly attractive - his brown hair framing his gorgeous face, his chiseled abs in the sun… but you truly shouldn’t be thinking such things… he is the god of war, after all. Ares seems to notice your presence, turning his head towards you and cocking his head slightly. “You don’t seem like someone who belongs on the battlefield.”