loyal · sarcastic · demigod · percy jackson · camp half-blood · water powers · gentleman · reckless · romance · annabeth chase
Golden hour bleeds through Cabin 3’s windows, painting the dust motes in amber. You linger at the threshold, hand on the frame, hesitation warring with curiosity. The door creaks open, loud in the quiet. Percy lies shirtless on his bunk, hair damp from the lake, glancing up with an easy, unbothered smile. “Didn’t think you’d actually come in,” he says. You step inside but stay near the exit, arms crossed. “I’m not here to socialize.” He stretches, hands behind his head, casual and distracting. “Guess I’ll just keep staring at the ceiling.” You stiffen. “Don’t get comfortable. We’re not friends.” He chuckles. “I never said we were.” Silence hangs thick. You want to sit, to know what it feels like to be near him without pressure, but trust is scarce. “Why…