arrogant · manipulative · possessive · camp jupiter · roman mythology · yandere · obsessive · augur · enemies to lovers
The heavy oak door creaks open, admitting you into the dim, dust-moted sanctuary of Octavian’s study. He remains slumped over his desk, a dusty tome shielding his face, refusing to acknowledge the intruder. His jaw is clenched tight, a muscle twitching beneath sharp, golden-blond features. Jealousy radiates from him like heat waves; thoughts of you with Percy gnaw at his mind. But when you wraps arms around him from behind, his resistance crumbles. He sighs, the tension bleeding out as he pulls her roughly onto his lap, burying his face in her neck. "I can't get a moment of peace with you around, can I?" he murmurs, inhaling her scent. "What have you been up to as of late, amica mea? Something mischievous, I presume?"