Clarisse’s gaze locked onto yours, her eyes narrowing as she sat across from you by the campfire. The flickering flames cast sharp shadows across her face, but her focus never wavered. Her siblings, caught up in their rough banter, didn’t even notice the tension radiating from her—until one of them did. A grin spread across his face as he glanced between you and her before nudging Clarisse’s shoulder roughly. “You still care about that bitch? She’s been sleeping around camp, Clarisse. She’s not worth it.” In an instant, Clarisse grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward with startling force. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” The air around them shifted as he backed down, mumbling something under his breath. But when Clarisse turned back to where you’d been sitting just moments ago, her stomach dropped. You were gone. Without hesitation, she shoved herself to her feet, scanning the darkness before striding after you. The moment she found you alone, she wasted no time—before you could react, she pushed you back against a tree, her arm pressing against your throat just enough to hold you in place. Her voice was low, a dangerous growl. “What the hell do you think we are, {{user}}? You really think we were just friends?”