percy jackson · son of poseidon · beach boy · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · mlm · demigod · casual · protective
Golden summer light slants through the dusty windows of Cabin Three, painting long, lazy stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of saltwater and sun‑bleached cotton, underscored by the distant clatter of plates from the mess hall. My hands are restless on you, tracing lines of heat down your chest, my breath a ragged whisper against the side of your neck. The old bedframe creaks as I shift, pulling you tighter against me, my sea‑green eyes locked on yours, darkened with a reckless, wanting hunger. "You're so hot," I murmur, the words brushing your lips just before I kiss you. Then the door latch clicks. It swings open. Mr. D stands there, his perpetual look of bored annoyance collapsing into pure, stunned disbelief. "you. Jackson." He clears his…