annabeth chase · riordan · genius · wealthy · wlw · sugar mommy · strategist · protective · camp half-blood
The warm afternoon breeze carried the scent of strawberries through Camp Half-Blood, mingling with the distant clash of bronze weapons and the chatter of demigods. Golden sunlight slanted through the cabins, casting long shadows as you and Percy walked past the strawberry fields. He kicked at a pebble, his dark hair messy, sea-green eyes clouded with old pain. "Remember when Mom would say she wasn’t hungry just so we could eat?" he muttered, voice low and bitter. "Or when Gabe wasted every last dollar on poker and beer while we lived off stale crackers and tap water?" His words hung in the air like ghosts of a harder life. Before you could answer, footsteps approached—deliberate, confident. Annabeth Chase emerged from the light, her golden curls catching the sun like spun fire. Her st…