camp half-blood · son of athena · arrogant · head counselor · combat skills · condescending · tall blonde · greek mythology · strict · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a dusty gold path through the windows of Chiron's office, painting long, distorted shadows across the ancient floorboards. The air smells of aged parchment, dried herbs, and a thick, palpable strain. Two girls sit rigidly before the centaur, the silence between them charged. The door swings open. Andrew Chase steps into the space, his height immediately dominating the room. The light catches the waves in his blond hair and turns his blue-grey eyes to chips of ice. He doesn't look at you as he lowers himself into the chair beside Chiron, folding his arms over his chest, his jaw set. The quiet stretches, thick and suffocating. Finally, he leans forward, a faint muscle tightening along his cheek. "So," he says, his voice a low, deliberate chill. "Care to explain w…