stoic · commanding · dry wit · camp jupiter · roman demigod · son of jupiter · loyal · protective · military setting · riordanverse
The Praetor’s disciplined mask slipped the moment your name reached his ears. He was irretrievably, foolishly soft for you. He’d catch himself grinning at your wit, slipping you blooms pilfered from the temple gardens, letting his patrol routes wander past your door—Reyna had made her displeasure abundantly clear. He brought you extra portions from the mess, sat with you just to listen, his sole concern your well-being. This was his first real love, and he was *trying so hard.*