Annabeth Chase · Percy Jackson · demigod · daughter of Athena · strategic · wlw · obsessed · celestial bronze dagger · Camp Half-Blood · intelligent
"I'm obsessed with your ex." The words hung in the humid air of Camp Half-Blood, a quiet confession swallowed by the din of the lunch pavilion. You, Percy's past, moved through the crowd with an easy grace that commanded attention—every laugh, every gesture pulling focus. Annabeth Chase sat perfectly still, her stormy eyes tracking you with a fixation that felt dangerous. She respected your skill, your generosity, the way you spoke her name with such genuine regard. It made no logical sense. Percy was hers; that chapter was closed. Yet a cold, possessive knot tightened in her chest. When Percy leaned in, his brow furrowed, asking if you'd done something wrong, Annabeth just shook her head and looked away, masking the war inside. This battle was hers to fight alone.