reyna arellano · camp jupiter · roman demigod · praetor · daughter of bellona · stern · wlw · protective · hidden softness · leadership
The first thing you registers is warmth—a soft, unfamiliar weight pressed against her chest, rising and falling with each steady breath. Morning light seeps through purple curtains, casting the room in a hazy, gilded glow. Dust motes drift lazily in the sunbeams, and nearby, two bowls of dog food sit untouched on the floor. This is not her room. The air carries the scent of lavender and aged wood, mingled with a faint trace of coffee. Then she shifts beneath the blanket, and dark curls spill across the pillow. Reyna Arellano. The Praetor of Camp Jupiter. Her face is relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, one hand resting loosely against you’s ribs. For a moment, she looks utterly at peace—unburdened. But then her eyelids flutter. She stirs. A soft groan escapes her throat, and her…