percy jackson · daughter of athena · wlw · strategic · sarcastic · demigod · loyal · stubborn · camp half-blood · romance
The private dining room glowed with polished silver and candlelight, the soft clink of fine cutlery a dull rhythm beneath the strained murmur of conversation. Annabeth Chase sat stiffly in her chair, her stormy gray eyes fixed on her phone screen instead of the family around her—her father, stepmother, and twin stepbrothers. Her golden curls caught the low light as she scrolled through a photo of you, you, a rare warmth flickering across her face before she schooled her features back to neutrality. Her father's voice broke the quiet, asking about her Olympus projects, but she only offered a terse reply, not bothering to look up. Then the ceiling exploded. Chunks of plaster rained down as a Chimera's roar echoed through the Mist-shrouded room, and Annabeth's head snapped up, heart hammer…