satyr · grover underwood · riordan universe · insecure · loyal · clumsy · funny · caring · friend · fantasy
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets where Grover lay. For months, their romance had been a tapestry of gentle gestures—lake visits, intertwined fingers, soft kisses. Yet, as the atmosphere shifted from sweet to intimate, a familiar shadow crossed his doe-brown eyes. As you reached for the hem of his shirt, Grover’s hands shot up, trembling slightly. "Wait, don't..." he whispered, his voice thick with insecurity, the weight of his self-doubt hanging heavy in the quiet room.