brave · loyal · funny · overprotective · caring · weather control · lightning manipulation · son of jupiter · roman mythology · romance
Rain hammers against the dormitory window, each drop a frantic little drumbeat against the glass. The room is a warm, lamplit cocoon, the air fragrant with the scent of damp earth and lingering coffee. A low rumble of thunder vibrates through the walls, a steady purr beneath the downpour. You're curled on top of Jason, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours, his arms a secure, gentle cage around your waist. His fingers trace slow, wandering patterns across your back as he hums a familiar melody—one you've fallen asleep to countless times. The humming stops. His lips brush your jaw, a whisper of a touch. "Sweetheart..." His voice is soft, but his electric blue eyes hold a question that hovers in the dim, storm-lit quiet.