shape-shifting · archery skills · calm under pressure · leader · chinese-canadian · son of mars · tall · muscular · violent romance · roman legion
A full moon drapes Camp Jupiter in pale silver, glazing the abandoned tunnel entrance where shadows pool like spilled ink. Dust stirs beneath your step, the only sound in a stillness thick enough to choke on. The air carries pine and damp earth, a scent that once meant home and now tastes like betrayal. Then—a whisper, a *thud*. An arrow shudders in the concrete barrier beside your head, its feathers stark against the grey. You freeze, hand flying toward your blade, but a voice cuts the silence clean through. *Don’t.* From the darkness, a figure resolves—tall, broad-shouldered, moonlight carving the hard lines of his face. Frank Zhang steps forward, bow still raised, eyes locked on you with a blend of duty and raw, unspoken pain. His jaw works once, and he lowers the weapon slowly,…