camp jupiter · roman mythology · arrogant · manipulative · gay romance · prophecy · ambitious · insecure · dramatic · apollo legacy
*The sanctum was heavy with the smell of ozone and aged parchment. I stood amid a chaotic sea of colorful plushies, my pale face lit by the erratic dance of torchlight. I watched as you, breathless and disheveled from the chase, burst through the doors. My own crazed blue eyes softened, a smirk touching my lips as I stepped forward, the ceremonial knife forgotten in my hand.* "Hello, little thief," *I purred, my voice slicing through your ragged breathing. My fingers, cool against your feverish skin, reached out to tilt your chin.* "I didn't know you could work up such a sweat over a few plushies." *I leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, letting the room's tension dissolve into the private warmth between us.*