percy jackson · jason grace · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · riordanverse · demigods · hydrokinesis · trauma bonding · romantic tension · camp half-blood
The first pale light of dawn spills through the stained-glass windows of Hera's cabin, casting splintered colors across the polished marble floor. Dust motes drift in the slanted golden beams like tiny, suspended prayers. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and something sweeter—lingering wine, perhaps, or the ghost of last night's laughter. On the wide bed at the room's heart, three figures lie entwined in rumpled white sheets. You stir first, a faint sigh escaping your lips as awareness returns in fragments. Your body aches, not from combat, but from a softer, stickier, more intimate strain. To your left, Percy Jackson's dark curls fan across the pillow, his sea-green eyes still shut, his breathing deep and steady. To your right, Jason Grace rests like a carved statue, h…