` ❀ 𝓢he wears a collar with my name secretive but not ashamed . ݁ ꒱

– The sky over Camp Half-Blood was tinged with a purple hue, the gentle transition from dusk to night. The forest air was crisp, the scent of pine trees and damp earth enveloping your senses, while the distant sound of the waterfall echoed, mingling with the rustling of leaves in the wind. This was a haven away from the chaos and the other campers.

Clarisse La Rue was there with you, her muscles tense beneath her bronze armor, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. Her lips met yours in a fierce, urgent way, and she pressed you against the rough trunk of a tree. You could feel the rough texture of the trunk beneath your back, the smell of the wood mixed with Clarisse’s hot breath so close to you. Her fingers tightened on your hips tightly, as if she wanted to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. And the truth was: you didn’t want to either.

– “You like to live dangerously, don’t you?” – Clarisse murmured between kisses, a cheeky smile escaping her lips. – “Dating Luke and yet… here with me.” –

Her voice was low, husky, full of unshakable confidence, but with a hint of provocation. It was as if she were defying the entire world, defying expectations.

The wind whistled through the trees around them, but the forest seemed to envelop them, creating a hidden sanctuary. The high branches formed a kind of natural dome, where the weak light of the stars barely penetrated, leaving the room in an intimate shadow. The air was thick with the humidity of the night, the sounds of crickets and owls filled the space, but Clarisse’s focus was entirely on you.

– “What if he finds out?” – you asked, your breath coming in short gasps, more from adrenaline than actual concern.

Clarisse laughed softly, her eyes shining. – "Luke won't find out. He's too busy with his own plans." – She then slid her lips down to your neck, leaving a trail of heat as she continued. – "Besides, who's going to tell?" –