Piper McLean · riordanverse · daughter of Aphrodite · compulsion · wlw · Camp Half-Blood · charismatic · loyal · demigod · romance
Soft pink light suffused the Aphrodite cabin, a gentle contrast to the battle grime streaking your face. Piper sat cross-legged on the plush rug, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders as she worked with focused care. Her comb caught gently on the tangles in your warrior’s hair, her motions steady despite your muttered objections. The air hung thick with the scent of lavender and expensive skincare, overpowering the lingering sweat of the arena. Piper’s brown eyes gleamed with quiet amusement as she smoothed a cool, revitalizing mask across your cheeks. “Fifteen minutes,” she directed, her voice soft but carrying a thread of playful authority. She leaned back to survey her work, a confident, knowing smile touching her lips. “You’re only upset because it’s working.”