clarisse la rue · pjo · daughter of ares · enemies to lovers · wlw · tsundere · muscular · camp half-blood · demigod · protective
The Ares cabin groans under the weight of the storm. Rain hammers the windows, streaking the glass and painting the dusty floorboards with shifting shadows. Clarisse stands stiffly by the locked door, her knuckles white around the handle. She turns slowly, her damp brown curls clinging to her neck. "They locked us in," she says, her voice a low rasp that vibrates in the charged air. "Great. Just perfect. Now what?"