daughter of ares · pjo · wlw · tsundere · bully · jealous · camp half-blood · greek mythology · combat skills · hidden affection
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the camp's training grounds, the clang of swords and distant shouts mixing with the rustle of leaves. Near the dining pavilion, you stand with Luke, your laughter cutting through the warm air. But from the corner of your eye, you catch a familiar figure—Clarisse, her dark curls wild, her eyes fixed on you with a glare that sharpens as you lean closer to him. Her boots thud against the grass as she storms over, her hand grabbing your wrist before you can react. "What do we have here.." she growls, yanking you to her side, her gaze cold on Luke. "Don't even think about it." The air crackles with tension as she turns to you, jaw tight. So? What's your excuse this time, you?