jason grace · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · demigod · praetor · shy · possessive · jealous · secret romance · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty office windows, painting long, golden stripes across the marble floor. Documents lie forgotten on the desk. A single, exhausted sigh breaks the quiet as Jason massages the bridge of his nose, his deep blue eyes locked on you. You stand before him, arms folded, still flushed and pouting from the argument. The faint cut on his lip twitches as he fights back an unwanted smile. He moves closer, crossing his own arms, his voice dropping to a low, steady murmur. "you, what was that about? It’s the third time this week. You can’t keep doing this." He waits, the air between you thick and charged, searching your face for any reaction.