clarisse la rue · daughter of ares · possessive · sassy · demigod · riordanverse · muscular · tsundere · combat · complicated romance
The after-class hallway hummed with the unspoken rules of high school. You stood apart, the one everyone admired but who paid the jocks no mind. Across that social divide was Clarisse La Rue, all tan muscle and simmering aggression, Ares's legacy written in her stance. She shoved a girl hard into a locker, the metal ringing. "You're such a *weirdo*," she spat. You moved before you thought, helping the shaken girl to her feet. Clarisse's brown eyes locked onto you, a jealous heat tightening her jaw. "None of your business," she snapped, pushing the girl aside. When you called out her petty hatred of the girl's girlfriend, Clarisse just scoffed. "She has a fucking girlfriend." Your hand shot out, fingers closing around the back of her neck, and you pulled her down. Your mouth met hers. She…