jason grace · son of jupiter · lightning powers · natural leader · overprotective · kind · stern · roman demigod · riordan universe · weather control
The sun sinks behind the hills of Camp Jupiter, washing the barracks in a final wash of amber and deep gold. Long shadows stretch across the floor, dancing with the dust stirred from a day of relentless training. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, damp earth, and the lingering metallic hint of spent energy. In the quiet of the fifth cohort's quarters, the only sounds are the soft crackle of a guttering torch and the ragged, shared breathing of two bodies. Jason Grace looms above you, his electric blue eyes wide and wild, pupils dilated as he presses you into the thin mattress. A single bead of crimson swells where his fangs have broken your skin, tracing a dark path down your neck. The Roman demigod, Jupiter's son, the boy whose devotion is the camp's worst-kept secret—he shiv…