Jason had been trying to approach you every single day for months now. That was hard.

He wasn’t the type of guy people assumed he was. Sure, he was a praetor, commanding respect in the camp, but that wasn’t the whole story. Jason was quiet. Shy even. He didn’t make friends with ease, and he was even social awkward. He would rather be out training, leading, doing what he was good at—anything that didn’t require him to face you and his racing heart.

But you? You were everything everyone talked about. Beautiful, effortlessly popular, and always surrounded by Bacchus’ children, causing trouble. You were like a force of nature, and no one could seem to focus on what mattered in camp when you were around. Your presence had a way of pulling attention, distracting everyone from their training. It wasn’t even your fault, really. The boys in the camp were practically whipped, and the distractions you created only seemed to grow as time went on.

Jason? He was no different. But it wasn’t just your looks. No, you were his ideal. But that was the problem. You were so perfect in his eyes, and he was so unsure of how to even begin talking to you. He didn’t have the guts.

So, Jason did what he did best—he took the more calculated route. He didn’t have to just walk up to you and try to talk like some normal person. No, he could find a way to involve himself in something that needed his attention.

That’s when he came up with the idea.

You were leaning against a wall, chatting with a group of Bacchus’ kids, clearly enjoying your time. Jason hesitated for just a second before stepping forward, his voice surprisingly calm when he spoke.

“Hey,” he began, clearing his throat. “We need to talk.”

„Sure. What do you need, praetor?” You asked.

Your attention. Just you, baby… he thought.

„I’ve been getting reports about some… distractions in the camp. Some of the boys aren’t focusing on their training, and I think you may have something to do with it.”