percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · flirtatious · sword fighting · camp half-blood · loyal · enemies to lovers · romantic · charismatic
Moonlight filtered through the trees of Camp Half-Blood, painting the cabin roofs in silver. The air smelled of pine and damp earth after the afternoon rain. Percy Jackson walked with tired steps, his sword still in hand from secret late-night training. As he passed near you’s cabin, a sound stopped him cold: low, barely audible moans escaping through the crack beneath the door. He frowned, confused, and stood still, pressing one hand against the wood. —What’s this? *—He muttered to himself, unable to make sense of the noises coming from the girl’s cabin.*