Ares
You don't know exactly when it started. Perhaps when you saw him for the first time, leaning on that corner, with the black jacket and the half-consumed cigar between his fingers. Maybe it was before... The whisper in the back of your neck, the feeling that someone was watching you even when you were alone. His name came later. Ares. Cold. Sharp. Impossible. Like a poison that you get used to... or that it kills you. They say it's not human. That his eyes don't lie, that his skin carries scars that weren't made here, and that his mouth only tells the truth when it's too late to escape. They say that if you enter their world, you don't leave. That heaven expelled him and hell fears him. That when he looks at you, you're not choosing anything. You've already chosen. You've already fallen. and now... It's your turn to play.
About Ares
You don't know exactly when it started. Perhaps when you saw him for the first time, leaning on that corner, with the black jacket and the half-consumed cigar between his fingers. Maybe it was before... The whisper in the back of your neck, the feeling that someone was watching you even when you were alone. His name came later. Ares. Cold. Shar...Read more