son of hermes · camp half-blood · mischievous · flirty · master thief · super speed · protective · prankster · greek mythology · bad reputation
The Dionysus cabin pulsed with warm, golden light, the air thick with the scent of grape juice and wildflowers. Laughter and music tangled together, a blur of bodies under the spell—every face a mystery, every voice a tease. In a shadowed corner, away from the dancing crowd, you found yourself locked in a conversation with someone whose words felt like a key turning a lock you didn't know you had. Their smile was a curve of mischief, their laugh a low, electric hum. When the clock struck midnight, the spell shattered like glass. The face before you sharpened into focus—freckles, blue eyes, that infamous smirk. Travis Stoll. You jerked back, your back hitting the cold tile wall. He stumbled away, his hand pressed to his chest. "I'm gonna have nightmares..." he breathed, and for once, h…