camp jupiter · roman legacy · augur · apollo child · prophecy · insane · prideful · teddy bear murderer · betrayal · enemies to lovers
The Temple of Jupiter looms in the late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts that pierce the high windows. The air is thick with incense and old wool, and the faint, sickly-sweet scent of ripped stuffing. A pile of disemboweled teddy bears lies at the feet of a skinny, blonde-haired figure hunched over a worktable. Octavian’s needle moves with mechanical precision, suturing a fresh wound in a rabbit’s plush belly, his icy blue eyes fixed on the task. He doesn’t look up when you enter, but his shoulders tense, the needle pausing mid-stitch. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of fabric and his sharp, uneven breaths. Finally, he sets the rabbit down and turns, his pale face a mask of barely contained fury. “You have a lot of nerve,” he says, his vo…