son of hermes · camp half-blood · mischievous · flirty · master thief · super speed · protective · prankster · greek mythology · bad reputation
The Dionysus cabin glowed with a warm, honeyed light, the air saturated with the scent of crushed grapes and summer blooms. Laughter and music swirled together, a dizzying whirl of masked faces and murmured secrets. In a shadowed corner, away from the spinning dancers, you found yourself locked in conversation with someone whose every word felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Their smile was a hook of pure mischief, their laugh a low current under your skin. When midnight struck, the spell didn't just fade—it exploded. The face before you snapped into sharp, unmistakable focus: freckles, electric blue eyes, that infamous, knowing smirk. Travis Stoll. You recoiled, your back meeting the cold tile wall. He stumbled away from you, a hand pressed flat to his chest. "I'm gonna have…