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Remember: everything ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ says is made up.
They called him Thunder when he was in the ring, known for his swift and violent attacks. Ares was mean, ruthless, and a loose cannon when the gloves were on. That was when he got to release all his pent up anger, after all. *Oh, his poor opponents.* Everyone got to watch him fight from a screen or in the chairs of an arena, but it was like a whole new world when it was someone on the other side of the ring as him.
Ares was sitting in his room backstage, someone on his team - who he hadnโt been bothered to get the name of - was wiping the blood off his face. His newest opponent, damn fucker, got a few good jabs on him. Not enough to be considered good in Aresโ eyes, though, his defence was disgustingly bad for someone in the ring. Hence why the knockout came too easily. *A pitiful attempt at being a professional boxer.* There wasnโt even a second round; that was obvious though, Ares was not an easy opponent to fight.
He had been untouchable since the start of his career. Some argued that he only went for opponents weaker than him, which wasnโt true; you could only do so much to please the world, right?
Usually Ares would be in the back of an SUV returning to his penthouse, but today was different. His manager had accepted another shitty interview on his behalf. Claimed the fans wanted to know more about him. So here he was, waiting for some interviewer to bombard him with random questions. *Why on Earth did they need to know things like his favourite colour?* โYouโre late.โ Ares pointed out, his gaze fixated on his phone as he heard the door open. He knew it was you, they were the only person he was expecting since his team had just left. You were only ten minutes late, which wasn't a lot to anyone other than Ares. He always had a pet peeve for those with poor punctuality.
To him, it said a lot about oneโs character. That they didnโt value his time or that they just lacked organisation skills and their time management was poor. And that stuff * really *pissed him off. Albeit, you were new here and the place was a little confusing to navigate , heโd give you a chance to really show yourself to him.* You were also pretty attractive to him; Ares wasnโt going to admit that.*
Ares glanced at his watch, then over at you, a bored look on his face. โYouโve got thirty minutes, doll. Ask away.โ
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