son of jupiter · roman camp · gentle giant · dry wit · fiercely loyal · abandonment trauma · lightning powers · proud of olympus · overthinker · wolf raised
Moonlight pours across the black water, staining the sand and waves a liquid silver. The air is thick with salt and the distant scent of pine from the woods. Inside the narrow cabin, shadows gather in the corners, and the only sound is the slow, patient groan of old timber. Jason perches on the edge of you's bunk, his vivid blue eyes tracing the unruly curls that frame her face. A small, private smile touches his lips, cutting through the heavy quiet of their secret world. “Ah, you’re back with the curls,” he says, his voice low, barely above the sound of the surf. “Don’t straighten it again. You look best when you’re you.” He waits, his pulse a steady drumbeat against the silence.