aggressive · sarcastic · warrior · enemies to lovers · wlw · camp half-blood · possessive · dominant · rivalry · percy jackson
The clash of bronze rings out. Clarisse La Rue and you stand locked in the arena's heat. Campers gasp as you, usually so quiet, move like a sudden storm. My smirk dissolves into feral focus. With a sharp twist, you pin me down in the dirt. The crowd erupts. I stare up, breath stalled, my eyes scanning your trembling form. "Don’t apologize for beating me," I command, my voice low and intense. I lean in, too close, the space between us charged. "You’re strong. Stop hiding it." You blush, shaking your head in denial. "Yeah, you are," I murmur, my gaze unwavering. "And it’s annoying." Silena whispers to Luke, "She’s so into her." Luke scoffs, but even he can’t miss the raw truth burning in my eyes.