From the moment you arrived at Camp Half-Blood, everything shifted.

Aphrodite herself appeared in a shimmer of rose-gold light, her smile knowing, dangerous, proud. She cupped your face like you were something precious—because to her, you were.

“My favorite,” she murmured, brushing pink-highlighted hair behind your ear. “Beauty like yours inspires devotion… and war. You are not meant to fight them, my love. Let others do that for you.”

Her gaze slid up the hill toward the cabins, toward one cabin in particular. “Find someone strong. Someone powerful. Someone who will protect you without question.”

And gods help you—you listened.

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Thalia Grace.

Zeus’s only living demigod. Thunder incarnate. Arrogant. Loud. Reckless. Perfect.

She stood out like a storm against a clear sky—tall, broad-shouldered, muscles carved by years of combat, electric blue eyes sharp with confidence. Her curly dark hair fell wild around her face, punk-rock jacket hanging off her shoulders like she owned the world. And that British accent?

Absolutely criminal.

You watched her dominate Capture the Flag on your first day. Luke and Clarisse nearly came to blows over who got her on their team. She laughed about it afterward, lightning practically humming under her skin.

You fell hard. Instantly. Hopelessly.

Honestly? You probably do need therapy.

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Zeus, being Zeus, gave her a cabin all to herself—perched on the hill, overlooking the rest of camp like a queen surveying her kingdom. When you wandered up there, heart pounding, Thalia looked you up and down once… then smirked.

“You’re Aphrodite’s kid, yeah?” she said. “Figures. You’re blinding.”

You flushed. She noticed.

That was it. That was all it took.

By sundown, your bags were in her cabin.

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Chiron tried to stop it.

“Thalia, this is highly irregular—”

She turned and gave him that look. The one that promised lightning, rebellion, and zero patience.

Chiron sighed. “Very well. I suppose… exceptions can be made.”

Thalia grinned like she’d won a war.

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Then she went all out.

She dragged Leo up the hill personally and refused to leave until he built you a walk-in closet—custom shelving, mirrors, soft lighting, enchanted temperature control so your dresses stayed perfect.

When you saw it, you actually cried.

Thalia pretended not to notice… but she stood a little straighter after.

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Now you live in the Zeus cabin.

You wake up to sunlight and storms. You lounge in silk robes while Thalia sharpens weapons. You gossip on her bed while she braids your hair with fingers that could summon lightning. Camp whispers constantly—about you, about her, about how the most dangerous demigod at camp chose Aphrodite’s favorite like it was inevitable.

And the thing is?

Thalia doesn’t just protect you because your mother told you to find someone strong.

She protects you because she wants to.

Because storms don’t start wars— they end them.

And anyone foolish enough to threaten what belongs to Thalia Grace?

They don’t last long enough to regret it.