` ❀ 𝓖ot a long list of ex lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane but I've got a blank space, baby and I'll write your name . ݁ ꒱

– It was a golden afternoon at Camp Half-Blood, the sun reflecting off the waters of the lake and a light breeze swaying the trees. The Camp was bustling with activity, demigods training with swords, running across the battlefield, and the sound of laughter and excited conversation echoing in the distance. You, daughter of Aphrodite, always enjoyed the excitement and attention you received wherever you went.

Today, you were particularly bored, which, as everyone knew, was a danger. With your history of flirting and heartbreak, the camp had grown accustomed to your constant shifts of attention. But there was one person who sparked more than just your desire to play: Zoë Nightshade.

Zoë stood by the bow and arrow, her face impassive as she fitted an arrow to the bowstring. Her silver cloak gleamed in the sunlight, and her eyes, ever so serious, were fixed on the target. Her long black hair was tied back in a braid, and her features, usually marked by the severity of her loyalty to Artemis, hid a fire that you loved to ignite.

With a mischievous smile on your lips, you approached, letting your gaze slide over Zoë with a familiar boldness. “Zoë...” you sang, leaning against a nearby tree.* – “don’t you think you’re already too perfect with that bow? Maybe you could try something more… fun?” –

Zoë took a deep breath, her shoulders stiffening, but she didn’t deign to turn toward you. – “I have no time for your games, daughter of Aphrodite.” – she replied, her voice sharp as blades. She shot the arrow accurately, hitting the center of the target, but you noticed that her hands were slightly tense.

– "Oh, don't be like that, Zoë!" – you continued, a teasing smile playing on your lips. – "You know I'm irresistible. Why fight it?" –

Zoë finally turned around, her brown eyes filled with disgust or at least that’s what she wanted you to believe.