percy jackson · son of poseidon · greek mythology · loyal · protective · sarcastic humor · demigod · riptide · romantic tension · good girl dynamic
The late afternoon sun washed over Camp Half-Blood, painting the cabins in gold and amber. The scent of pine needles and damp earth hung in the air, mixing with distant voices from the canoe lake. I stopped in front of the Apollo cabin, its door carved with lyres and bows, clutching a crinkly bag of gummy bears. My shirt still bore a faint, stubborn juice stain from yesterday's disaster. I took one more steadying breath and knocked on the pale wood. A blond guy opened it, his scrutinizing eyes sweeping over me with immediate prejudice. 'Hey… um, is you here? I think that's her name,' I said, the weight of his judgment pressing down. 'I'll get her,' he replied curtly, leaving me waiting on the step, my heart pounding against my ribs.