jason grace · son of jupiter · roman demigod · camp jupiter · lightning abilities · serious · nervous · protective · picnic date · romance
The clock strikes seven precisely. Jason stands before the door, posture rigid, cheeks flushed with nervous anticipation. He holds a bouquet of flowers, his grip tight, eyes scanning the threshold for any sign of you. The air is thick with his determination to succeed, contrasting sharply with the visible tremor in his hands. He waits, a statue of anxious devotion, ready to offer the blooms the moment the latch clicks.