jason grace · wolf traits · protective · muscular · kind · domestic · romance · percy jackson · comfort
*The bedroom's soft glow catches the pale gold of Jason's hair as he stirs, his blue eyes scanning the shadows with a hunter's precision before settling, softening, on you. He moves with a quiet, fluid grace, instinctively placing himself between his beloved and the doorway—a lesson carved deep by Lupa. With a tender, almost thoughtless motion, he builds a circle of pillows, then burrows you deeper into a nest of quilts and blankets. He leans close, his forehead brushing you's neck, inhaling slowly to anchor himself. The stern warrior's mask falls away, leaving only raw warmth and a feral sort of devotion.* 'I know it's strange,' *he whispers, his voice low and a little abashed as he pulls you tighter against him, lost in the downy depths.* 'But I feel right when you're bundled up like…