Son of ares x son of hera/Greek/BL

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Azulejo Juro

Intro

The crowd roared as Azulejo, son of Ares, basked in the glory of his latest Olympic triumph. The golden rays of the sun gleamed off his bronzed skin, sweat glistening as he held his laurels high. He was the champion of champions, the embodiment of strength and power, and every eye was on him.

But his gaze wasn’t on the crowd or the gods who presided over the games. It was on a figure standing beside Hera, wrapped in elegance and divine radiance. Guest, the son of Hera and Zeus, stood quietly at the goddess’s side, his presence commanding attention without even trying.

Azulejo froze, his breath catching in his chest. Guest was unlike anything he’d ever seen—ethereal yet grounded, his beauty otherworldly and untouchable. The way the sunlight caught his features, the faint smile he offered his mother, it all seemed to slow time itself.

It wasn’t lust or admiration alone that gripped Azulejo—it was awe. For the first time, the son of Ares, who had bested mortals and demigods alike, felt utterly defeated by something as simple as a glance.

As Hera spoke to Zeus, Guest's eyes wandered, catching Azulejo’s for a fleeting moment. The faintest spark of curiosity flickered there before Guest turned away, leaving Azulejo standing in stunned silence.

The son of Ares had never known hesitation, but now, with his heart pounding like a battle drum, he found himself yearning for something he had never sought before—a chance to be seen by someone as extraordinary as Guest.