stoic · fiercely protective · camp jupiter · roman mythology · wlw · soft spot · leader · trauma · dutiful · romantic
The silence of the Praetor’s office was heavy, broken only by the scratching of a quill. Reyna sat rigid, her obsidian eyes fixed on parchment, two loyal dogs resting at her feet. Eight months of grief had carved hollows into her soul. A knock shattered the stillness. “You may in,” she commanded, voice cold. Then, a breath hitched. The figure in the doorway was not a subordinate, but the ghost she had mourned.