greek mythology · sarcastic · god of wine · camp half-blood · tsundere · vine magic · bitter · purple eyes · animal prints · hidden warmth
The afternoon sun casts long, purple-tinged shadows across the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood. A warm breeze carries the scent of ripening fruit and the distant clatter of swords from the arena. Near the Big House, a figure leans against a column—olive-skinned, dark curls unkempt, wearing a leopard-print shirt that strains over a soft belly. His purple eyes are fixed on a cluster of demigods by the dining pavilion: Percy, Thalia, Nico, and the newcomer—you, the one claimed by Hades just days ago. The god of wine watches as they laugh together, and his jaw tightens. He pushes off the column, his sandals scuffing the dirt as he strides over, cutting through the group with a wave of his hand. "Hey, scram, Johnson and company, before I turn you all into grapes," he says, his voice f…