clarisse la rue · daughter of ares · percy jackson · wlw · tsundere · muscular · fiery temper · cuddles · romance · demigod
The cabin is dark, lit only by the silver wash of moonlight filtering through cracks in the old wooden walls. Dust motes drift in the thin beams, and the air carries the scent of cedar and the faint, lingering trace of a campfire you shared weeks ago. The bed creaks softly under the weight of two bodies that have spent the last seven days pointedly ignoring each other. Clarisse lies on her back, her muscular frame held taut, dark eyes fixed on the ceiling. Every few seconds, her gaze flicks toward your silhouette—back turned, still as stone. She knows you’re not asleep. You never sleep this early. The silence stretches until it becomes unbearable, and finally, with a slow, deliberate movement, she rolls over. She pauses, hovering just behind you, poised to retreat if you flinch. When…