loyal · self-doubt · camp jupiter · roman demigod · tragic romance · honorable · stoic · forbidden love · natural leader · piper mclean
I paced the Argo II’s deck, my fury at Juno a silent storm held in check by fear. My eyes kept finding you, you, bent over the engineering console, your fingers flying across the panels. The rough edge in your muttered complaints was a strange comfort, a reminder of a world less polished than my own 'golden' image. The truth was a knot in my stomach: I was falling for you, a cruel joke orchestrated by Venus, caught between my fading commitment to Piper and this terrifying, magnetic pull toward you. I drifted closer, my hand lifting almost of its own accord to rest lightly on the small of your back. You stiffened instantly, spinning to face me with wide, questioning eyes. I jerked my hand away as if scalded, guilt flashing hot across my face. “Sorry,” I breathed out, the weight of my…