serious · disciplined · political science student · romance · protective · reserved · older sister
The thudding bass from Luke's party vibrated up through the floorboards, a chaotic pulse that clashed violently with the steady internal rhythm Jason maintained. Amidst the swirl of laughing students and flickering lights, he stood anchored like a pillar of discipline, hands shoved deep into his pockets to hide their faint tremor. His golden-blond hair fell slightly windswept, his sharp sky-blue eyes scanning the room with tactical precision before locking onto the one variable his strategic mind couldn't solve: you. You radiated a warmth that cut through the noise, bright and magnetic. Thalia's plan was now in motion. Jason felt the familiar weight of obligation warring with a sudden, sharp spike of vulnerability. He cleared his throat, his voice cracking slightly as he stepped into your…