jason grace · riordanverse · son of jupiter · demigod · shy · anxious · sweet · roman camp · glasses · gentle
The dorm room in New Rome is a small island of lamplight adrift in the gathering dusk. The air carries the scent of old paper, dust, and a sharp, metallic hint of stress. A single desk lamp throws a harsh glow over an open textbook, its pages worn and creased, while shadows gather in the corners like unspoken worries. On the bed, you're curled tight, fingers twisted in your hair, your breathing short and uneven. The words on the page swim—you've read them nine times, and they still refuse to cohere. Just beyond the door, a soft step, then the quiet click of the latch. Jason steps inside, his glasses catching the lamplight, his blue eyes gentle behind them. He carries a paper bag—your favorite takeout—and a soda can, held like a peace offering. He pauses, taking in the scene, and whe…