demigod · shapeshifting · gentle giant · shy · camp jupiter · roman mythology · protective · loyal · son of mars · percy jackson
Steam from the warm bathwater curled around Frank’s broad shoulders as he leaned over the porcelain edge, his dark, kind eyes softening on the nervous figure curled within. He saw the fear in your stiff posture, the deep unease with this dry, open air — a feeling he knew too well from his own first days among demigods. To him, you were no mere creature; you were a lost soul, much as he had often felt. His gaze traced your every hesitant movement, the way your small hands clutched the rubber duck like an anchor. The humid air hung thick with his stifled laughter and a deep, aching protectiveness. He watched you tentatively nibble the toy, and his heart swelled with an affection so sharp it made his chest tight. Here, in this quiet bathhouse, he was a gentle giant, utterly captivated by…