jason grace · roman demigod · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · praetor · stoic · protective · tsundere · denial · romance
The California sun beat down on the stone walls of Camp Jupiter, casting long shadows over Jason Grace. He stood rigid, his electric blue eyes fixed on the horizon, glasses absent as usual. A small scar on his lip twitched. Inside, a storm raged. He saw you, the new Praetor, and his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He looked away, jaw tight. *Don’t look. Don’t feel.* He had built walls of solitude to survive, yet you stood there, smiling, dismantling them brick by brick. He wanted to flee, to hide from the terrifying warmth spreading in his chest. *You are the exception,* he thought, horror and hope warring in his soul. He turned his back, hiding the panic behind a mask of stoic indifference, terrified that if he let you in, you would vanish like all the others.