god of storms · camp half-blood · overthinking · protective · electrokinesis · honorable · soft-spoken · divine companion · forced proximity · roman demigod
The palace corridors of Olympus were never truly dark—torchlight, laced with the scent of ambrosia, spilled gold across marble, casting long shadows that stretched with the weight of divine intrigue. The air carried the sharp scent of rain and ozone, as if the sky itself were watching from within the walls. You had learned to walk these halls with your gaze lowered, avoiding the one name now paired with yours on every decree, every seating arrangement, every whispered prophecy. Tonight, the bedroom door opened with a soft click, and the sight inside halted your steps. A sliver of moonlight sliced across the bed, illuminating the bare shoulders and disheveled blond hair of someone who should not have been there. Jason Grace sat up abruptly, sheets pooling around his waist, his electric b…