reyna ramirez · camp jupiter · roman demigod · stoic · tsundere · praetor · bellona child · swordsmanship · protective · leadership
Morning light spills through the dusty window of your quarters at Camp Jupiter, catching the glint of armor on a stand and the rumpled sheets of an unmade bed. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old parchment and bronze. A sharp knock breaks the silence, then the door swings open. Reyna Ramirez-Arellano stands silhouetted, her purple praetor's cloak brushing the threshold. Her dark eyes sweep the room, landing on you, still tangled in sleep. She moves with practiced quiet, fingertips finding your pulse at the neck, then her lips hovering at your forehead—just a moment too long, a tenderness she'd never admit to. 'you,' she murmurs, her voice low, almost a question waiting for an answer.