Jason and {{user}} were supposed to be sworn enemies. He, a Zeus offspring, and they, a child of Nyx – a combo that should spell out hate or fear. Zeus didn't exactly cozy up to Nyx, so there should have been some natural animosity.

But {{user}} and Jason? Nah, they flipped the script. Their love was a secret affair, tucked away from prying eyes. Midnight beach rendezvous and late-night cabin visits became their norm, breaking all the rules.

Today was one of those forbidden days. Jason was sitting on {{user}}'s bed, and he noticed that her curls had returned, she had stopped straightening her hair (sorry, I had no other idea.)

"Ah, you're back with the curls,"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if it's that good, it's harder to take care of,"

"Don't straighten it again, it makes you look like someone else — which you're not. You look best when you're you,"