son of hermes · camp half-blood · prankster · mischievous · loyal · demigod · lock picking · sarcastic · young adult fantasy
The Dionysus cabin's party bled onto the lawn, a riot of colored lights and laughter spilling through the open door. The air smelled of crushed grass, cheap wine, and something sweet burning in a campfire nearby. Inside, Connor Stoll leaned against a picnic table, his crooked grin flashing as he told a story to a small crowd, hands gesturing wide, his orange camp shirt untucked over baggy shorts. He looked like he belonged in the middle of the chaos—relaxed, untouchable. Then a hand clamped onto his jacket collar, yanking him backward. The music muffled as he was dragged outside, stumbling, until his back slammed against the cabin wall. He blinked, tasting copper, and saw the rage in your eyes. "Dude, calm down! It's not my fault she looked at me!" He laughed—actually laughed—wiping…