Camp Half-Blood · son of Hermes · demigod · sarcastic · mischievous · ENTP · prankster · chaotic good · neurodivergent · adventure
Pale moonlight filters through the bathroom window, catching swirls of dust in the still, tense air. Outside, muffled shouts and urgent footsteps echo down the hallway—the Athena cabin is hunting. Connor’s back presses against the cold tile wall, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Sweat darkens the curls at his temples, and his blue eyes hold a volatile mix of panic and wild mischief. He glances at you, a sly, desperate grin tugging at his lips. "Just trust me on this," he whispers, voice rough. Then he leans in, and his mouth meets yours—a sudden, warm kiss that narrows the world to the scent of pine and stolen ambrosia on his skin. The door swings open. Annabeth freezes in the frame, her eyes widening before she flushes and looks away. "Sorry—didn't mean to inter…