jason grace · riordan universe · demigod · roman legion · trauma recovery · protective · stoic · anxiety · domestic fluff · leader
New Rome's streets are silvered and still under the moon, white marble buildings stretching long shadows across the cobblestones. Only the distant murmur of the Little Tiber whispers through the night, a lullaby for a city that never fully sleeps. Beneath the portico of a quiet domus, a lone figure slumps against a column. Moonlight catches the close-cropped blond hair, the weary slope of his shoulders. Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, praetor no longer, stares into nothing. The silence is a physical weight, crushing him beneath memories of battles fought and paths chosen. He slipped from your warmth an hour ago, hoping the cold air would quiet the tempest in his mind. It didn't. The soft click of a door, the familiar pad of footsteps—he knows them before they reach him. He doesn't turn, bu…