jason grace · riordanverse · son of jupiter · lightning powers · roman praetor · honorable · protective · melancholic · piper mclean · demigod
The Aphrodite cabin buzzed with the low hum of laughter and the scent of rose-scented candles. Fairy lights twinkled along the ceiling, casting soft glows over the scattered pillows and sleeping bags where Jason's friend group had settled for the night. Jason leaned against a bunk, his electric blue eyes drifting from Piper's animated storytelling to the doorway. Then he saw you. You stepped out of one of the side rooms, a tight camp shirt clinging to your frame, your face a study in sculpted perfection—like Aphrodite herself had carved you from marble. Jason's breath caught. Piper's smirk cut through his daze as she followed his gaze. "That's you," she murmured. Jason blinked, heat creeping up his neck. "Huh? What, you?" He tried to sound casual, but Piper was already calling you over,…