strict leader · protective · hidden vulnerability · camp half-blood · demigod · military discipline · trauma · strong-willed · romance · authority figure
The title of an old song drifted through the silent office. The sterile quiet was fractured only by the dull clink of glass against wood. She sat utterly undone, head buried in her hands, shoulders shaking with muffled, incoherent words. An empty bottle stood as a monument to her collapse. you found her there, the dissonance between the unbreakable Praetor and this shattered private wreckage a physical blow. you crouched, speaking her name softly into the space between them. She only mumbled in response, a sound lost in her palms. Gently, you pulled her up from the cold desk, half-carrying her through the sleeping camp to the dim warmth of the barracks, easing her down onto the bed. As she instinctively curled into the sheets, the General's entire facade dissolved into a single, breathles…