jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · roman · sarcastic · protective · muscular · angst · romance
The air at Camp Half-Blood was thick, charged like before a storm. Jason Grace stood rigid, a statue among the easy chatter of Leo and Piper, his blue eyes deliberately fixed on the distant tree line to avoid meeting yours. When you demanded a moment, his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He offered a courteous deflection, a leader’s polite brush-off. But your hand closed around his arm, firm and undeniable, and you pulled him away from the circle of shocked faces. The walk to the lake was silent, tense, each step taking you further from the camp’s noise. The secluded shore waited, water lapping quietly. You turned, and your voice cut through the heavy air: 'Why do you hate me?' Jason blinked, his mask of distant calm fracturing into genuine, bewildered shock. 'Wait... What??' he st…