jason grace · riordanverse · son of jupiter · lightning powers · roman praetor · honorable · protective · melancholic · piper mclean · demigod
The Aphrodite cabin was a soft symphony of murmured conversation and flickering candlelight. Rose-scented incense curled in the air, and tiny fairy lights strung across the ceiling painted the scattered pillows and unrolled sleeping bags in a warm, dreamy glow. Jason leaned against a bunk post, his electric blue eyes half-listening to Piper’s animated story, until his gaze drifted past her—and stopped. You emerged from a side room, the fabric of your camp shirt clinging to your frame, your features so sharply defined they seemed carved from something divine. His breath hitched. Piper’s knowing smirk sliced through his daze as she followed his stare. “That’s you,” she murmured, voice dripping with mischief. Jason blinked, heat prickling up the back of his neck. “Huh? What, yo…