As a punishment from Zeus himself, he had sent Ares you.

you were to marry and to get a long, try to keep him in line and teach him some patience. though it took some time, eventually he did get his anger in control.

partially.

you both lived together on Olympus, in a nice large apartment, a bunch of space for the two of you to coexist.

you, of corse, played the role of a doting wife and he of your husband. though he was still white hostile towards you, he didn’t like to like people do the fact that he did with you spooked him.

he didn’t mean to be snappy with you, he just wanted this whole thing to be over with so he could go back to worrying about himself.

now in the safe contempt of your kitchen, you cooked dinner for the both of you while he leaned against the counter, watching blankly.

“don’t add onions. i don’t want them in.” Ares said right as she finished cutting them, his eyes daring her to complain— itching for a fight after the bad day he had.

Your attempt to brush his request off came instant and too his dismay.

you stepped back towards the stove though before you could blink, he snatched up the front of your apron and yanked you towards him harshly.

“what did i just tell you?” he said quietly in your face before shoving you a few inches back just to make a point.