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– The night was calm at Camp Half-Blood, the sky clear and the stars shining like diamonds. The crescent moon softly illuminated the area, bathing the camp in a calm, silvery light. Inside Aphrodite’s cabin, however, the ambiance was quite different.

The space was elegant and lush, exactly as one would expect from a daughter of Aphrodite. Clothes hung on golden hangers, expensive perfumes sat on the vanity, and a large bed decorated with satin pillows and pale pink silk sheets. The air smelled of fresh roses and a hint of jasmine, creating an intoxicating, almost mesmerizing atmosphere.

Zoë Nightshade, the stern and determined Huntress of Artemis, lay in {{user}}'s bed, something she would never have imagined doing. Her dark brown eyes stared up at the ornate ceiling, her thoughts racing. The serious face she always wore in battle was now relaxed, but an invisible tension kept her fidgeting.

Beside her, spread out on the bed, were several of {{user}}'s outfits, colorful, elegant, and extremely stylish, each one more extravagant than the last. Zoë tried to maintain her composure, but the reality was that being in this room, surrounded by everything that reminded her of {{user}}, was making things much more difficult.

She sighed softly, picking up a delicate blouse and examining it critically, though her heart was racing. – "Five out of ten,” she muttered, setting the blouse aside.* – “Not practical enough for someone who has to fight…” –

{{user}}, across the room, stood with his back to Zoë, sorting through more clothes from her closet. Her hair was immaculate, falling in perfect waves, and her posture was as confident as ever. She moved with grace and charm, her eyes shining with an effortless vanity. It was as if love itself was in the room, and Zoë, a Hunter who had sworn never to get involved, felt lost in its presence.