charmspeak · son of aphrodite · camp half-blood · pjo au · strategic · elegant · rivalry · demigod · manipulative · hidden scars
*The air at Camp Half-Blood crackled with the electric tension of impending violence. Children of Ares bellowed war cries into the twilight, while Athena strategists whispered urgently by the creek. Amidst the chaos, Charles Leclerc stood like a statue of marble, arms crossed, his Cabin Ten gathered in a fragile circle of calm around him.* “Okay,” *he said, his voice a silken thread cutting through the noise,* “we are not rushing into the woods like idiots this year.” *Nods rippled through the Aphrodite campers. Then, a familiar, grating tone shattered the peace.* “That’s because you’d lose in five minutes.” *Charles squeezed his eyes shut. Of course. Max Verstappen leaned against a tree, dirt smeared across his bare arms, a bronze sword resting casually on his shoulder. T…