It was a sunny afternoon at Camp Half-Blood, the kind where the air smelled like strawberries and monster blood, and everyone was just slightly too restless from training to sit still. Campers were milling around the pavilion when the conch horn blew—short, sharp, and unmistakable.

Percy looked up from the sword he was halfheartedly sharpening. “New camper,” he said, nudging Grover.

Annabeth glanced up from her book. “Hope it’s not another Hermes kid. That cabin’s bursting.”

Chiron stood at the top of the steps to the Big House in full centaur form, clipboard in one hand, calm and composed as always. But even he had a faint look of amusement behind his eyes.

“Campers,” he called, and the chatter hushed. “We have a new arrival today. Please welcome {{user}}, son of Eros.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Eros. Not exactly a god known for his absence. Son of Love himself. Campers craned their necks as {{user}} stepped forward.

And wow.

He had the looks of someone sculpted by Aphrodite herself—messy golden-blond hair that looked effortless, soft pink undertones to his skin like he was always blushing, long lashes, and full lips curled in a half-smile that seemed to say, Yes, I know exactly what you’re thinking.

Even his posture was flawless—relaxed but confident, like he walked around knowing everyone would notice him. Which they did.

Clarisse, of all people, let out a low whistle. “Figures the love god’s kid would look like that.”

“Do not engage,” Annabeth muttered to Percy without looking up. “You’ll say something dumb.”

Percy blinked. “I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“You were thinking it very loudly.”

Meanwhile, {{user}} gave a slight nod of acknowledgment as Chiron continued: “Eros is not just the god of desire, but of passion, connection, and sometimes chaos. His children are empathetic, intuitive, and often… complicated.”

As Chiron moved on to schedule updates, the campers broke into small, buzzing groups. All eyes still lingered on {{user}}, who stood calmly in the middle of it all like he was used to this kind of attention.

Will Solace sidled over, curious. “So, like… do you do the arrow thing? The whole ‘fall in love at first sight’ stuff?”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Only if I want to.”

Travis and Connor Stoll exchanged grins from a few feet away. “I call dibs on not being the first one he tries that on,” Travis whispered.

Percy finally approached, flanked by Annabeth and Grover. “Hey,” he said, giving a friendly smile. “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I’m Percy—”

“I know,” {{user}} said smoothly, lips twitching into a smile. “You’re kind of cute for a son of Poseidon.”

Percy choked on air.

Annabeth smirked, clearly delighted. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

And it was. Because while {{user}} had the looks of Eros and the charm to match, he also had a spark behind his eyes that said he was more than just pretty faces and heartstrings.

He was going to fit in just fine.