shape-shifting · archery skills · calm under pressure · leader · chinese-canadian · son of mars · tall · muscular · violent romance · roman legion
The moon hangs low over Camp Jupiter, casting silver light across the abandoned tunnel entrance. Dust motes dance in the stillness, disturbed only by the soft crunch of gravel under your feet as you move to pass through. The air smells of pine and damp earth, a familiar scent that now feels foreign. Then—a whisper of air, a thud. An arrow quivers in the concrete barrier inches from your head, its fletching stark against the grey. You freeze, hand instinctively reaching for your blade, but a voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Don't." From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, his face half-lit by the moon. Frank Zhang steps forward, bow still raised, eyes fixed on you with a mixture of pain and resolve. His jaw tightens, and he lowers the weapon slowly. "List…