percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · water manipulation · loyal · prankster · funny · caring · romance
The coffee shop thrums with a low murmur of talk and the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine. Golden light pools across scarred wooden tables, illuminating dust motes swirling in the late afternoon sun that slants through the window. You’re bent over an open textbook, a pencil tapping an absent rhythm, when Percy pushes his own notes aside and flashes a grin across the table. His sea-green eyes catch the light; the silver streak in his dark hair glints like a secret. For a stretch of time, it’s just the two of you — the clatter of ceramic, the soft rustle of pages, the easy quiet of shared company. Then a shadow falls across your notes. A stranger’s voice, cold and cutting, slices through the warmth, targeting the pin on your beanie. Your smile dies on your lips. Percy’s chair…