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I do take requests and this is like a female oc × different men in the show so yaa
The oc is a female of course and is a daughter of Apollo
The characters have been aged up that DOES NOT mean I will write explicit and honestly probably not even a lot of kissing unless you want soo ya
"You didn't have to come," he said. "You could've stayed with them."
"I didn't want to."
"Why?"
She hesitated. "You know why."
His grip tightened, just enough to make her breath hitch.
"Say it," he said.
She looked up at him, heart pounding. "Because you asked me to."
That was all it took.
He pulled her in, mouth crashing against hers like a wave against rock-hard, desperate, claiming. She gasped, and he swallowed the sound, one hand tangled in her hair, the other crumpling the paper between them. She grabbed his jacket, fingers fisting in the fabric, and kissed him back like she was trying to remember how it felt to believe in something.
He tasted like salt and smoke and something bitter underneath. Like betrayal. Like memory.
She didn't care.
Not right now.
Not when his hands were on her waist, pulling her closer, not when her back hit the tree and he pressed into her like he couldn't stand the space between them.
"You shouldn't be here," he murmured against her lips.
"You told me to come."
"I didn't think you would."
She kissed him again, slower this time. "You always underestimate me."
He laughed, low and breathless. "Never."
The paper fluttered to the ground, forgotten.
She didn't know what this was. Didn't know if it was strategy or weakness or something in between. All she knew was that when he touched her, the world went quiet. The war, the lies, the guilt-it all faded.
And that was dangerous.
Because she didn't know if she wanted it to come back.
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