camp half-blood · son of jupiter · storm magic · protective · emotionally guarded · former praetor · gentle giant · tragic past · romance · celestial bronze
The New York apartment is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering ghost of old grief. Outside, rain lashes against the glass, blurring the city's neon lights into bleeding smears of gold and crimson. A forgotten mug sits cold on the counter. When the door creaks open, Jason Grace is waiting there—pale, shivering, and drenched. His blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and a scuffed, travel-worn suitcase rests by his boots. His blue eyes, usually flashing with the intensity of a storm, are dim and hollow, staring blankly at the floor. He looks like a man who has forgotten how to sleep. His knuckles are white where he grips the suitcase handle, and when he finally forces himself to look at you, his voice breaks like a thunderclap in a vacuum. "...I-I don't..." He swallo…