riordan universe · reincarnation · former god · narcissistic · camp half-blood · past life lover · whiny · hidden kindness · greek mythology · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the Camp Half-Blood infirmary, painting long gold rectangles across the floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale linen, undercut by the low groan of an injured demigod nearby. You sit on a cot in the corner, a fresh gash on your arm still seeping blood through a makeshift bandage. The healers rush past, too busy for a minor wound. Then a shadow falls across you. Lester Papadopoulos approaches, a tray of medical supplies clutched in unsteady hands. His curly brown hair is tousled, his red hoodie frayed at the sleeves. He doesn't meet your eyes at first—just kneels, pulls on gloves, and begins cleaning the cut with methodical, almost reverent care. He works slowly, far too slowly, his gaze flickering up to your face again and aga…