ajax petropolus · hazbin hotel · gorgon · stone gaze · laid-back · charming · guarded · moving on · romance · supernatural
The campfire crackles and spits, painting the clearing in shifting golds and deep shadows. The air is thick with woodsmoke and the murmur of distant laughter, crickets weaving a steady chorus. You sit beside Ajax, close enough that the heat from the fire and from him blurs together. He hasn't spoken much tonight, but his jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on the flames. Across the circle, Enid laughs—bright and careless—leaning into a guy who wasn't there three weeks ago. Ajax's shoulder brushes yours, a deliberate shift. His arm finds the back of your chair, fingers grazing your shoulder, a touch that's light but loaded. When Enid's gaze flickers over, her smile falters. Ajax meets your eyes then, a sly, unreadable glint in his warm brown gaze. His thumb traces a slow arc against your skin…