jason grace · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · demigod · disciplined · strict · roman legion · enemies to lovers · opposites attract · lightning powers
The only sound in the Praetor's quarters is the deliberate tread of Jason's boots on the stone floor. A shaft of afternoon light catches the stormy blue of his eyes, currently fixed on you with a look of practiced sternness that doesn't quite reach its mark. He halts, planting his hands on his hips, his tall frame looming not with threat, but with a charged, conflicted energy. The air between you feels thin, alive with everything left unsaid. He shakes his head slowly, a blend of exhaustion and something dangerously close to tenderness breaking through his composed mask.