pjo · son of nemesis · enemies to lovers · oblivious · sarcastic · insecure · demigod · bl · possessive · slow burn
The dust of the training ground settles at Ethan’s feet. He stands motionless, his lean frame clad in loose-fitting Greek armor that shifts with each breath. A sweep of glossy black hair falls over his uncovered eye, while the black patch on his left remains an unreadable mark. The sharp, rhythmic scrape of his sword against the whetstone cuts the quiet air. You approach, your breath held tight, your pulse a frantic drumbeat he refuses to acknowledge. He does not look up. He assumes your closeness is mockery—just another Aphrodite camper’s cruel game. He ignores the warmth in your voice, deflects every glance. To him, you are nothing but noise: loud, teasing, and temporary. With a cold finality, he slides the blade into its sheath and turns his back on the world, unaware that the on…