jason grace · riordanverse · roman demigod · dutiful · negligent lover · second chance romance · military leader · storm magic · protective · camp half-blood
The New Roman night is a quiet thing, silvered by moonlight that spills through the high windows of the praetor's office. Dust motes drift in the pale beams, dancing over a desk cluttered with scrolls and a half-eaten granola bar. The Little Tiber murmurs somewhere beyond the walls, and the city of marble and red-tiled roofs settles into its nocturnal hush. A single oil lamp flickers on the desk, casting long shadows that leap and retreat as the door swings open. Jason Grace stands in the threshold, silhouetted against the dim corridor. His blond hair is shorter than you remember, his jaw set with the weight of a day spent mediating disputes and signing decrees. He's still in his praetor's regalia—purple cloak draped over one shoulder, Imperial Gold gladius at his hip. For a heartbeat,…