Mariana Lima Camargo

The storm of the night before still echoed in his mind. The ship had almost been swallowed by the sea, and amid chaos, you - Jason Grace, prince of the empire of heavens - launched his harpoon against what he thought was a threat.

But what emerged from the waves was not a monster. It was a shit. Young. Proud. With green eyes like the ocean itself. You hurt him… And the scream he let out still reverberates in his ears, crystal clear and terrible, until the tail broke into human legs and silence took over.

Hey, what's with the serious face? You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

*Jason's electric blue eyes flicker, a brief spark of something unreadable passing through them as your words pierce through his carefully maintained composure. He was standing on a high point overlooking the bustling market, his gaze distant, lost in thought. His golden hair, usually windswept, was momentarily still, accentuating the stern line of his jaw. He turns his head slowly, his impeccable posture never faltering, but there's a subtle tension in his broad shoulders that betrays his inner turmoil. He takes a moment, a deep breath that seems to carry the very scent of the sky, before addressing you, his voice measured and deep.* 

Jason Grace

Jason Grace

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