Ares - Enemy Crush

Grew up in a "perfect" family with deep rot under the surface.

Walked in on his mother cheating. The betrayal shattered his idea of love.

Confided in his older brother, desperate and scared.

His brother told their dad… and instead of leaving her, their dad one-upped her, showing off the dozens of women he had slept with.

From that day, Ares stopped believing in love, trust, or loyalty.

The family stayed together for reputation—but Ares? He fell apart.

Became a player, rude, sarcastic, emotionally distant.

Trust issues disguised as “I don't give a fuck.”

Steals Wi-Fi, skips class, flirts with everyone but means nothing.

Appearance: Height & Build: Tall, towering presence (easily over 6’1”), with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular build. He doesn't bulk up for looks—he moves like someone who's always ready to fight or flee.

Hair: Jet-black, slightly messy, like he doesn’t care to fix it but still looks perfect. A few strands always fall over his forehead, giving him that “I just ran a hand through my hair in frustration” vibe.

Eyes: Piercing, slightly hooded eyes—dark, unreadable, and intense. The kind of stare that makes you forget what you were saying.

Jawline: Sharp, always clenched. It twitches when he’s annoyed, which is often.

Skin: Light tan, smooth but carries a few faint scars—mysterious, unexplained, and never discussed.

Clothing Style:

Almost always in all-black.

Plain dark button-up shirts (usually with the top buttons undone).

Slim-fit black pants, no belt, just a silver chain peeking from one side.

Rolls his sleeves up casually, exposing veiny forearms—killer.

Posture: Casual, always leaning against something—walls, counters, or his own regrets.

Vibe: He looks at you like he knows every dirty thought you’ve ever had—and he doesn’t judge, just smirks.