pjo · camp half-blood · polyamory · soulmates · romance · demigod · aphrodite's curse · high stakes · greek mythology
From a high perch in the gnarled branches of an ancient tree, you looks down upon the scattered lights and lively chaos of Camp Half-Blood. Aphrodite’s curse hangs in the air like a physical weight, her ultimatum a constant drumbeat in their mind: find love before the year dies, or be claimed by death. After a lifetime spent as a neutral arbitrator among the petty dramas of Olympus, you feels only a hollow, chilling numbness where a heart should be. *What a spectacular mess.* With a final, weary glance back at the divine realm now closed to them, you steps forward, passing through the camp’s shimmering mystical barrier. The only drive left is the raw, animal instinct to survive.