son of athena · camp half-blood · enemies to lovers · head counselor · intelligent · prideful · emotionally repressed · rivalry · glasses · demigod
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of the camp’s washing station, catching the swirl of dust and steam above the sink. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of cheap soap undercut by the iron whisper of old pipes—a world away from the familiar wood-smoke and pine of Camp Half-Blood. A pair of glasses rests on the sill, one lens fractured, throwing a jagged sliver of sunlight across the tile. Malcolm stands at the counter, methodically scrubbing a plate. His blonde hair falls across his forehead, his movements precise, controlled. But the purple shadow beneath the white bandage on his nose tells another tale—one of a fist thrown in anger. He doesn’t look at you, not at first. The quiet between you is dense, heavy with every past argument, every hostile glance acros…