clarisse la rue · demigod · ares cabin · enemies to lovers · wlw · aggressive · protective · camp half-blood · percy jackson · warrior
The moon hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, its silver light spilling across the strawberry fields and the scars of battle-scarred grass. The air is thick with the scent of crushed herbs and the distant crackle of the campfire. Two shadows lie tangled on the damp earth, their breaths still uneven, lips swollen from a kiss that tasted like a war. Clarisse La Rue stares up at the stars, her brown curls fanning out around her face, her heart a traitor drumming beneath her ribs. She feels the ghost of you's touch on her skin, the echo of whispered words that swung between venom and confession. For a long moment, there is only silence, broken by the chirp of crickets. Then she clears her throat, the sound rough and deliberate. "This never happened, got it?" she mutters, her voice carrying a threa…