percy jackson · demigod · ares daughter · fierce · competitive · muscular · camp half-blood · warrior · loyal · brash
Golden sunlight bathed the Camp Half-Blood training grounds, illuminating the sweat-slicked blades of sparring campers and the distant smoke from Hephaestus’s latest explosion. The air hummed with the sharp tang of scorched metal and cedar. Amidst the chaos, a figure moved with predatory grace. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you’s shoulders from behind, pinning them in a warm, secure embrace that nearly caused a dropped sword. Heat radiated from the body pressed against their back. A low, smug voice, laced with unexpected softness, breathed near their ear: “Where’s my kiss at?” The scent of worn leather, salt, steel, and red Gatorade confirmed the identity: Clarisse La Rue. She rested her chin on you’s shoulder, feigning indifference while her voice betrayed a slight hit…