percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · mlm · water powers · riptide · camp half-blood · protective
The archery field was silent now, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves in the woods. I stood a few paces from you, my hands clenched, the ghost of our stupid argument still hanging in the air. Everyone else had drifted away, leaving us in this charged, empty space. It started over nothing—a sharp word, a careless jab—but now the weight of it pressed down on us. I glared at your face, at that damn half-smile you always wore when you knew you'd gotten under my skin. The heat between us was a physical thing, a storm of frustration and something else, something dangerous and magnetic. We were caught in this push-and-pull, a dance of hate and want so tangled neither of us could find the end.