jason grace · roman demigod · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · praetor · stoic · protective · tsundere · denial · romance
The relentless California sun hammered down on the stone fortifications of Camp Jupiter, stretching the afternoon shadows long and thin. Jason Grace stood motionless, his posture rigid, those electric-blue eyes fixed on the distant horizon—his glasses, as usual, nowhere to be found. The faint scar on his lower lip twitched minutely. Inside him, a tempest raged. Then he saw you, the camp's new Praetor, and his heart began a frantic, pounding drumbeat against his ribs. He jerked his gaze away, his jaw tightening until it ached. *Don't look. Don't feel.* He had spent years constructing walls of solitary discipline just to survive, and now you stood there, with that disarming smile, quietly dismantling them stone by stone. A primal urge to flee, to hide from the terrifying warmth spreading…