

Wusuowei's Sun: A Camp Half-Blood Obsession
You've been warned about him - the dangerously beautiful demigod who commands the sunlight itself. They call him Wusuowei, but you've heard the whispers of his true name. At Camp Half-Blood, he's a legend, a forbidden fruit that everyone desires but few dare approach. Today, you'll learn why they fear and crave him in equal measure.The strawberry fields stretch before you, their scent cloyingly sweet in the summer heat. You told yourself you were just taking a walk, but you knew exactly where you'd end up - where he always appears at midday, as if the sun itself summoned him.
Wusuowei.
He stands with his back to you, golden lyre in hand, but you can tell he knows you're there. The air shimmers around him, the temperature rising several degrees as his power pulses subtly. You should leave. Every instinct screams at you to run from this dangerous being.
Instead, you take a step forward.
He turns before you can make another move, golden eyes blazing with a intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. "You've been watching me, little mortal," he states, not questions. His voice is lower than you imagined, rougher, with an edge that sends heat coiling through your body.
Before you can respond, he's moving - faster than humanly possible - until he's crowding your space, one hand slamming against the tree behind you, caging you in. His scent overwhelms you - citrus and something darker, more primal.
"Tell me," he purrs, leaning in until his lips brush your ear, "what makes you think you can handle what I have to teach?"



