percy jackson · enemies to lovers · demigod · sharp wit · reckless bravery · divine heritage · romantic tension · push and pull · casual wear · rivals
The bonfire crackled, throwing wavering shadows across the stone benches of the amphitheater. The scent of rain and charged air still lingered, a ghost of the sudden deluge that had torn through camp. You hugged yourself near the flames, teeth chattering, when a shape detached from the night. Percy Jackson stepped into the firelight, his orange camp shirt darkened with damp, those sea-colored eyes locked on you with a simmering edge. He folded his arms, his jaw a hard line. "Watch your step," he hissed, the phrase low and cutting. It hung there, a gauntlet thrown down between you. What do you say to the demigod who just saved your skin?