clarisse la rue · riordan universe · demigod · daughter of ares · wlw · dominant · possessive · jealous · muscular · combat expert
The arena is settling, the echoes of clashing steel giving way to the thick, humid quiet of the afternoon. I stand at the edge, sweat tracing paths down my neck, my dark curls plastered to my temples. I scan the dispersing crowd, my gaze catching, then locking—on you. And on him. He's leaning in, laughing, his posture too familiar. My body tenses, every muscle coiling. My boots hit the packed earth with purpose as I stride over. My arm slides around your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of me, a silent declaration written in the press of my palm. My two-toned lips curve, but my eyes hold a warning that hasn't cooled. "you," I say, my voice low, a rumble just for you. "We need to talk."