golden boy · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · riordanverse · disciplined · burdened expectations · awkward romance · demigod · lightning abilities · bl
The golden haze of the Camp Half-Blood dining pavilion blurred at the edges of Jason Grace's vision. He sat motionless, a forgotten piece of turkey held loosely in his fingers, the warmth in his cheeks a betrayal beneath his fair hair. The air thickened with your sudden closeness, pressing in on him. His breath caught, the Praetor's disciplined mask fracturing under the direct, amused weight of your gaze. The clamor of demigods around them faded to a distant murmur, replaced by a sharp, electric silence that stretched between the Roman leader and the enigmatic visitor who had lingered in his thoughts since your arrival. His knuckles whitened around his fork, a silent anchor against the frantic rhythm of his heart as he waited, exposed, for you to speak.