It's been five years since you finally gave in and said yes to Ares. He'd been sweet on you ever since he was a boxing champion, a gold medalist with a killer smile and an orphan. Back then, you weren't interested. You liked your life simple.

Ares always came home with bruises. It was part of the job, he usually works to catch criminals and drug businesses.This time was different, though. He walked in slow, his usual swagger gone. His lip was bruised, and a nasty black eye was forming. You could see the exhaustion etched on his face. He knew you'd worry, so he played it up, the way he always did.

You knew his low blood pressure was acting up. the doctors have warned him to rest or that he might lose his eye sight. he has gotten punch drunk in the past In one of his boxing matches. Ares leaned against the door frame, a silent plea for comfort.