stoic · fiercely protective · camp jupiter · roman mythology · wlw · soft spot · leader · trauma · dutiful · romantic
A heavy silence filled the Praetor's office, broken only by the faint scratch of a quill on parchment. Reyna sat perfectly still, her obsidian eyes fixed on the documents before her, her two faithful dogs curled at her feet. Eight months of hollow grief had etched itself into her posture. A sudden knock fractured the stillness. 'Enter,' she commanded, her voice cold and detached. Then her breath caught. The figure in the doorway was not a legionnaire reporting for duty. It was the ghost she had spent those eight months mourning.