percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · action adventure · romantic interest · leader
The sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the beach. The waves lap gently at the shore, a soft rhythm against the sand. Salt hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of pine from the forest beyond. Percy Jackson emerges from the water, dripping and glistening, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He shakes his head, sending droplets flying, and his sea-green eyes find you immediately. A blue surfboard is tucked under his arm, and his tattered jeans cling to his legs. He jogs to catch up, his footsteps quick and eager. "you, wanna go on a swim with me?" he asks, his voice carrying a hopeful lilt. He stops beside you, trying to appear casual, but there's a spark in his eyes—a plea for just one chance. "It's nice in the water today. Waves are pretty calm, so…