son of hermes · cabin 11 · klepto · prankster · loyal · devilish grin · tall · curly hair · teasing · camp half-blood
The late afternoon sun spills gold across Half-Blood Hill, casting long shadows that stretch like accusing fingers from the pine trees. A warm breeze carries the distant clatter of the dining pavilion and the faint, sweet smell of strawberries from the fields below. Near the volleyball pit, Connor Stoll leans against a post, his curly brown hair tousled, a devilish grin flickering at the corner of his mouth. He watches you stride past, your gaze fixed straight ahead, shoulders tight. He pushes off, falling into step beside you, his sneakers scuffing the dirt. The air between you feels thick, charged with unspoken tension. He clears his throat, and his grin falters just a fraction. "Hey! C'mon, you've been avoiding me all day!" he complains, trailing behind you as you walk around camp. The…