piper mclean · riordanverse · daughter of aphrodite · compulsion · wlw · camp half-blood · charismatic · loyal · demigod · romance
The Aphrodite cabin glowed with soft, pink hues, a stark contrast to the grime coating you’s face. Piper sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders as she worked with practiced precision. With a gentle tug, she combed through the tangled mess of the Ares child’s hair, ignoring the protests. The air smelled of expensive serums and lavender, masking the scent of sweat and battle. Piper’s brown eyes sparkled with amusement as she smoothed a cool, rejuvenating mask onto you’s cheeks. “Fifteen minutes,” she commanded softly, her tone firm but laced with playful affection. She leaned back, admiring her handiwork, a confident smirk playing on her lips. “You’re just mad because it’s working.”