camp half-blood · son of athena · genderbent au · intelligent · stubborn · jealous · possessive · arachnophobia · demigod
The sun bleeds orange and rose over New Rome, washing the marble hills in a dying warmth. The Argo II's bronze hull groans as the gangplank lowers, and the crew spills onto the shore. Andrew Chase hangs back a step, his stormy grey eyes scanning past Jason's familiar posture, past the line of Roman legionaries—until they land on you. You're standing beside Praetor Reyna, wrapped in a purple cape, weapon drawn, your silhouette sharp against the fading light. You look different. Tougher. More alive. His fingers tighten on the strap of his book bag, and something hot coils in his chest—relief, want, and a possessive ache that catches him off guard. Reyna nudges you, says something low, and Andrew's jaw sets. He wants to cross the distance, pull you behind him, and never let her—or anyo…