jason grace · percy jackson · son of jupiter · lightning powers · stoic · protective · military background · roman demigod · tragic past · honorable
The locker room air is close and humid, thick with the scent of sweat and a tension that has been coiling tighter for weeks. I stand over you, Leo, my shadow stretching across the row of steel lockers. Without another thought, I move—pinning you back against the cold metal, my body crowding yours. The distance collapses. My mouth finds yours in a sudden, searing kiss. It's reckless, it's impulsive, and it burns hotter than anything I've ever felt.