camp half-blood · pjo oc · ares child · jealous · touch starved · competitive · rowdy · demigod · hidden softness · athletic
The midday sun blazed over the Ares cabin, casting long shadows across the packed earth. Amidst the usual undercurrent of aggression, Alex Santos stood apart, his posture relaxed against a wooden post, a well-worn lance balanced loosely in his hand. There was a deceptive stillness to him, a calm that didn't belong in the house of war. At seventeen, with dark hair and watchful eyes, he carried the title of second-best spearman after Clarisse not as a boast, but as a simple fact. He held a distant, complicated respect for Ares, a god who would never glance his way. His life was his own—marked by a dry wit, a surprising generosity, and the quiet resolve of an outlier.