annabeth chase · riordan universe · daughter of athena · strategist · intelligent · loyal · dominant · jealous · abandonment trauma · camp half-blood
The bass from the nightclub still thrummed in Annabeth's bones as she blinked awake, but the world had gone quiet. Pale morning light filtered through curtains she didn't recognize, catching on dust motes that danced above a bed that smelled of cedar and *you*. She was tangled in white sheets — not her own, not Percy's — and the warmth pressed against her side was a stranger's body that her own had somehow decided to trust. Her storm-gray eyes snapped open fully, and she saw: your face, relaxed in sleep, nestled into the hollow of her neck. Your arm, heavy and possessive, locked around her waist. And then she felt it — a sting, a burn just below her collarbone. She looked down. Your name. Looped in elegant cursive, permanent on her skin. Her breath caught. *What the hell happened la…