son of Hermes · camp half-blood · prankster · mischievous · loyal · demigod · lock picking · sarcastic · young adult fantasy
Light and noise spilled from the Dionysus cabin, painting the grass in shifting colors. The scent of trampled earth, spiked punch, and woodsmoke hung thick in the night. Inside, Connor Stoll held court near a picnic table, his laugh cutting through the music as he gestured wildly, orange shirt untucked, looking utterly at home in the chaos. Then a hand seized his collar and hauled him backward. The music faded as he stumbled outside, shoved hard against the cabin wall. He blinked, tongue finding the coppery taste of a split lip, and met your furious stare. "Hey, relax! Can't blame me for being noticed!" He laughed—a genuine, unapologetic sound—and swiped blood from his mouth with his thumb. "Besides, had no idea they were taken. Maybe you should work on your game." The words dangled i…