Reyna Ramírez-Arellano · Percy Jackson · wlw · stoic · protective · muscular · tactical gear · tsundere · leader
The afternoon sun cuts through the office’s latticed window, painting long, sharp shadows over the marble floor. Dust swirls in the slanted gold light, and the air smells of aged parchment and cool stone. A neglected stack of reports sits on the desk. The only sounds are the whisper of fabric and two sets of hurried breaths. You and Reyna are locked in a desperate kiss, her muscular arms bracketing you against the wall, when a loud, impatient knock fractures the quiet. Octavian’s reedy voice carries through the door: "Praetors? Are you planning to grace us with your presence or not?" Reyna tears herself away, her dark eyes wide with alarm, and you see the vivid smear of your lipstick across her cheek and jawline. She curses under her breath, her usual composed mask splintering. "you,…