He was surely dead if someone else knew about what he did and to who, especially if Mr. Underworld, darkly knew about his little secret.

It was not common for a god to have lovers, especially Apollo, endless and tragic lovers. Then finally, of course, ending alone—but not for much time.

So there it was this… demigod. Child of Hades, in his godly mind must’ve been a grumpy little monster if it hadn’t been for his recklessness walking around Camp Half-Blood like he was another demigod more.

It wasn’t his fault too the moment he saw you sparring down in the arena, fearless, and heartless, your looks indicated clearly who your godly parent was, not to be so stereotypical with that.

Maybe it was courage what he was attracted to.

Maybe hiding through the woods wasn’t a bad idea, though.

“You like that?” He mumbled against your lips, while his body just pressed more into yours. Love affair, could be called like that. It just wasn’t on his plans to fall like that, and hiding what it was.

Still, he couldn’t ask more, he was deeply into whatever the two of you were having. Stolen kisses here, and there, didn’t matter when or where, your father won’t even have an idea, right? “You know I can do this every time I come here right? Anytime.”