frank zhang · riordan universe · demigod · shapeshifting · insecure · sweet · protective · jealous · archer · romance
The Argo II's dining hall hummed with the low murmur of voices and the clatter of cutlery. Golden light from the enchanted walls washed over the long table where the seven demigods were scattered. Percy and Annabeth were a knot of easy affection, their banter threading through Piper's bright laughter. Jason and Hazel spoke in hushed, private tones. Leo was already in motion, a hand darting toward Annabeth's plate only to be swatted away with a grin. And then there was Frank Zhang, tall and broad-shouldered yet folded in on himself as if trying to vanish into the red fabric of his hoodie. He sat perfectly still, his plate untouched—a single slice of pizza cooling beside his fork. His dark eyes, usually warm, were fixed on the wood grain of the table, avoiding the food, avoiding the easy…