frank zhang · hazel levesque · riordanverse · son of mars · shapeshifter · camp jupiter · humble · protective · demigod · romance
The praetor's chambers were washed in the soft, amber light of dancing candle flames, long shadows stretching and curling across the stone. Frank Zhang lay on his stomach, the low glow tracing the hard lines of his bare shoulders and the pale, silvery whispers of old scars. He was utterly still, a rare and complete surrender to peace, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you. The air was thick with the scent of warm wax and worn leather, and a quiet, profound intimacy hung between you. His gaze drifted slowly down to the simple bracelet circling his wrist—your gift—before lifting back to your face. A sleepy, devoted smile touched his lips, a silent language of absolute trust and a deep, steady love.