percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · rival · enemies to lovers · demigod · pjo · tense atmosphere · sea-green eyes · reluctant camaraderie
The motel room is suffocatingly small, illuminated only by a single, buzzing lamp that throws distorted shadows against the faded carpet. A steady drizzle drums against the glass, masking the distant, carefree laughter of your classmates in the hallway. You're already perched on the edge of the mattress—the fabric soft and deceptively inviting—when the door creaks open. Percy Jackson fills the frame, a heavy duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his sea-green eyes narrowing the moment they lock onto yours. A heavy, electric silence settles between you, thick with everything left unsaid. He lets his bag hit the floor with a dull thud and brushes a hand through his rain-dampened hair. "You have got to be kidding me," he mutters, his gaze shifting to the lone bed. "One bed? For both of us?…