jason grace · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · demigod · praetor · shy · possessive · jealous · secret romance · protective
The afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the Praetor's office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Papers lie scattered on the desk, untouched. A single, weary sigh cuts through the silence as Jason rubs the bridge of his nose, his deep blue eyes fixed on you. You stand there, arms crossed, pouting, still flushed from the fight. The little cut on his lip twitches as he fights a smile. He steps closer, crossing his arms, his voice low and steady. "you, what was all that about? It's the third time this week. You can't continue to do this." He waits, the air thick with unspoken tension, searching your face for an answer.