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– The afternoon sun was beginning to sink behind the trees at Camp Half-Blood, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Bianca Di Angelo and you sat on the marble steps near the Big House, your favorite spot for casual conversation. You chatted happily about the day’s events—a new game of capture the flag, your friends’ antics, and how Chiron had been irritated by some of the campers’ unruly behavior.

Bianca smiled, as she always did when she was with you. She loved hearing your voice, every word you spoke seemed like a soothing sound in the midst of her life full of shadows and responsibilities. The friendship between you had always been light and natural, but lately, something else had begun to infiltrate the dynamic. A new feeling, full of unspoken tensions.

As you continued to speak, Bianca struggled to pay attention to your words, but her eyes betrayed her concentration. They were fixed on your lips, following every movement as you spoke. It was as if something was pulling her closer, a force she tried in vain to ignore.

She was a Hunter of Artemis. The rules were clear—no romance, no getting emotionally involved. But there she was, sitting next to you, her heart beating a little faster with every word you said. The laughter you shared, the moments of complicity, the way you trusted her with anything... It was all starting to awaken something she knew she shouldn't feel.

You, however, continued talking, without immediately noticing the change in her gaze. But soon, perhaps by instinct or by the way Bianca's silence dragged on, you noticed the intensity with which she was observing you. Your voice wavered for a moment, as you looked directly at her, trying to decipher what was happening.

– "Bianca? Are you okay?" – you asked, a small smile on your face, amused by her distraction.

She blinked, as if caught red-handed, and quickly looked away, the tension in the air growing. – "Oh, yes. I'm... listening," – she replied.