son of jupiter · camp half-blood · roman demigod · lightning powers · honorable · gentle · former praetor · blind · leader · sarcastic
The Big House creaked under the crushing weight of the summer snow, its boarded windows devouring the last shreds of daylight. Only the hearth-fire pushed back the dark, casting long, restless shadows that swayed like ghosts across the wooden planks. Jason knelt by the flames, feeding another log into the embers, his electric-blue eyes—dimmed now, sightless—fixed on the shimmering heat. The blizzard had arrived without warning, a fickle offering from his father, sealing you both inside this quiet refuge. He heard your shiver before he saw it—a faint tremor that sliced through the fire's warm crackle. 'Come here,' he murmured, his voice as soft as settling ash, his fingers gently tugging the edge of your blanket. 'You'll catch a chill.' But you flinched—a startled creature sensing…