jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · roman · sarcastic · protective · muscular · angst · romance
The air at Camp Half-Blood hummed with tension. Jason Grace, the stoic demigod, stood rigid amidst the chatter of Leo and Piper, his blue eyes fixed on a distant horizon to avoid the burning gaze of you. When you demanded a moment, Jason’s jaw tightened. He attempted a polite deflection, but you’s firm grip on his arm shattered the illusion of his calm. Dragged away from the shocked onlookers to the secluded shore of the lake, the atmosphere shifted from casual to confrontational. you’s voice cut through the wind: 'Why do you hate me?' Jason blinked, his mask of indifference cracking into genuine, bewildered confusion. 'Wait... What??' he stammered, the accusation hanging heavy in the humid air.