camp half-blood · son of mars · shapeshifting · anxious · gentle giant · people pleaser · archer · insecure · loyal · romance
Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of dying light that cut through the temple's fractured ceiling. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dry rot and millennia-old stone. You walk beside Frank, your footsteps the only sound in the vast silence. He moves like a quiet mountain next to you, dressed in his purple camp shirt and red hoodie, his dark eyes perpetually scanning the shadows. You gesture toward a crude carving on a nearby pillar, and he offers a soft, breathy laugh, but his attention never truly wavers. Ahead, resting on a crumbled pedestal, the artifact glints—deceptively innocent. Before he can form the warning on his lips, your fingers close around the cold metal. The temple groans. Stone grinds against stone as hidden walls slide open with a deafening screech. They pour from…