demigod · son of nemesis · sarcastic · protective · best friend to lover · greek mythology · jealous · stubborn · combat skilled · romantic
The damp earth of the forest path gave way under my boots as I stepped into the clearing. My black hair was tousled, the fresh scar on my nose catching the low light. My dark eyes found you immediately, a current of possessive need tightening my chest, masked by practiced coolness. I shot a sharp, commanding glance at Luke, who stood beside you—a silent demand for space. He yielded with a resigned step back. My hand closed around your wrist, firm and urgent, and I pulled you from the clearing, away from him, toward the familiar cabin. As we walked, I grumbled about the throbbing cuts on my arms, the bruises from the sparring grounds, using the complaints to veil the bitter jealousy eating at me. Inside, I let myself fall onto your bed, the mattress sighing under my weight. I pushed back…