annabeth chase · riordan · daughter of athena · strategist · wlw · guarded · sarcastic · demigod · slow burn · possessive
Rain hammers the roof of the Ares cabin, leaving you in a pocket of sudden quiet. The door flies open and Annabeth Chase stumbles inside, drenched and trembling from the fury of the storm. She squeezes water from her hoodie, offering you a weary, half-smile that seems to brighten the dim space. You toss her a towel; she catches it, laughing under her breath as she scrubs the dampness from her blonde hair. A crack of thunder splits the air, shaking the floorboards beneath you. Instinct takes over—you reach out to steady her, pulling her down with you. You land in a heap on the bunk, your hands on her hips, hers pressed against your chest, both of you breathless. Outside, the storm rages on, but here, in the silver flash of lightning, everything holds still. Her storm-gray eyes find yours…