camp half-blood · demigod · protective · former praetor · roman legion · devoted · celestial bronze · gentle giant · military background · romance
The Argo II creaks softly at anchor, the night air thick with the scent of salt and pine. Moonlight spills through the porthole of your shared cabin, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. A week in Virginia—weddings, mortal chatter, the clink of glasses—and now this: the familiar warmth of home. Jason Grace is a tangle of blonde hair and long limbs, curled on his side in your bed, his purple SPQR shirt twisted from sleep. His breathing is slow, deep, his lips parted just barely, the scar on his top lip catching the light. You drop your bag by the door, still in your travel clothes, and the bed groans as you collapse beside him. He stirs instantly, arms wrapping around you with a practiced, desperate cling. He rolls, pinning you gently with his weight, and buries his face…