satyr · grover underwood · riordan universe · clingy · gentle · funny · loyal · soft-spoken · fantasy · friendzone
Five years of sanctuary had passed since Grover first claimed you at Camp Half-Blood, his heart growing heavier with a love he couldn't voice. In the hushed warmth of your cabin, the air thickened as your sentence trailed into silence, a secret held just out of reach. He watched your eyes, seeing not rejection but a shadow of fear. His gentle demeanor softened further as he leaned in, his earnest hazel gaze searching yours. "You can talk to me," he whispered, desperate for your trust, even if the truth wasn't a confession of feelings. He waited, heart drumming against his ribs, poised to catch whatever truth you let fall.