It was a normal day at camp when Kronos’s army ambushed the grounds, striking a battle with the halfbloods. You were in your cabin, searching frantically for your sword when a hand suddenly caught a fistful of your hair, pushing your body up against the wall with a dagger pointed towards your side.

When you tried to fight back, the grip on your hair tightened and a pair of lips brushed against your ear. “Easy,” You knew that hushed voice all too well.