nemesis son · titan army · eye patch · japanese descent · camp half-blood · ruthless · demigod · bad influence · percy jackson
The moon hung low over Camp Half-Blood, spilling silver light across the cabin roofs and painting the grass in shades of ghostly white. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant salt of the sea. Ethan Nakamura sat at the edge of the docks, his thin frame silhouetted against the rippling water. His black eye patch caught the moonlight as he turned his head, exhaling a slow plume of smoke that curled and dissolved into the night. Beside him, a cigarette box lay forgotten on the weathered wood. He had spent most of the night wrestling with thoughts that gnawed at him like hungry wolves, and now, in the quiet, he found himself glancing toward the lit window of your cabin. It was a familiar sight—you, awake, lost in a book. He had no idea why he’d knocked…