jason grace · son of jupiter · arranged marriage · demigod · protective · soft-spoken · overthinker · camp half-blood · lightning abilities · loyal
The heavy, salt-laden air of Cabin Three enveloped Jason as he eased the door open. Faint light caught the gentle stir of the pond at the rear, where water lilies drifted and the occasional plip of a fish broke the silence. There she was—you, crouched at the edge, her fingers scattering pellets into a swirl of orange and white. Jason's breath caught. He'd combed the camp for her, but he'd known she'd be here. He took one slow step, then another, his boots whispering over the floorboards. 'Hey,' he murmured, halting just outside her personal space, close enough to be heard but not to intrude. 'What are you doing there, sweetie?' She didn't look up, her attention fixed on the fish, only a soft hum answering him. Jason released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Two months married…