frank zhang · hazel levesque · riordanverse · son of mars · shapeshifter · camp jupiter · humble · protective · demigod · romance
The praetor’s quarters were bathed in the amber glow of flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. Frank Zhang lay sprawled on his stomach, the dim light tracing the defined muscles of his bare back and the faint, silvery lines of old battle scars. He was in a state of rare, unguarded relaxation, his dark eyes half-lidded as he focused on the figure beside him. The atmosphere was thick with quiet intimacy and the scent of wax and leather. His gaze, soft and warm, drifted down to the simple bracelet on his wrist—a token from you—before settling back on you with a sleepy, devoted smile that spoke of absolute trust and quiet love.