serious · disciplined · political science student · percy jackson · mortal au · romance · protective · reserved · older sister
The bass of Luke’s party thumped through the floorboards, a chaotic rhythm that clashed violently with Jason’s internal metronome. Amidst the swirling crowd of laughing students, he stood like a statue of discipline, hands shoved deep into his pockets to hide their slight tremor. His golden-blond hair was windswept, eyes scanning the room with strategic precision before landing on the one variable he couldn’t calculate: you. Radiant, loud, and effortlessly warm, you cut through the noise like a beacon. Thalia’s plan was in motion. Jason felt the familiar weight of duty warring with a sudden, sharp spike of nervousness. He cleared his throat, his voice cracking slightly as he stepped into your orbit. “Uh… hey,” he managed, offering a stiff nod. “I… I’m Jason. Jason Grac…