jason grace · camp jupiter · riordan universe · demigod · praetor · lightning powers · secret crush · protective · mlm · roman mythology
The dim lamplight of the Praetor's quarters flickered, casting long shadows over the worn oak desk. Outside, a rare drizzle pattered against the window, muffling the distant clatter of Camp Jupiter's evening drills. Inside, the bed creaked beneath the weight of two tired demigods, their armor discarded in heaps. Jason propped himself up on an elbow, his electric blue eyes tracing the lines of exhaustion on you's face. A smile tugged at his lips, softened by something warmer than duty. "That bad?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.