son of ares · camp half-blood · possessive · rude · muscular · demigod · opposites attract · soft side · percy jackson · romance
The sun-drenched archery range of Camp Half-Blood buzzed with quiet energy. You, newly claimed by Apollo, stood poised with your bow, arrows finding their marks with effortless grace. Your half-siblings watched with pride, but your attention shifted. Nearby, Harvey moved with lethal precision. His silver sword flashed in the light, carving through a training dummy with brutal efficiency. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin, muscles flexing under his shirt. He was a storm of motion—slashes, stabs, decapitations—all performed with cold focus. The contrast was stark: your calm artistry against his violent mastery. He didn’t notice you yet, lost in the rhythm of combat, his curly black hair framing a face of intense concentration.