percy jackson · riordan · demigod · sarcastic · flirtatious · water powers · loyal · swordsmanship · greek mythology · camp half-blood
The afternoon sun bathed Camp Half-Blood's stables in a dusty, golden light. The scent of hay and horse sweat hung in the warm air, mingling with distant echoes of laughter and training. Percy Jackson leaned a shoulder against the wooden doorframe, arms crossed, jaw tight. His blue eyes, bright as the summer sea, locked onto you, who was packing up their gear after a grueling session with the horses. They'd spent two weeks pretending to be a couple, a farce he'd helped orchestrate to quash the camp's ridiculous rumors. But seeing her laugh with someone else—that guy, that whatever—had ignited something he didn't want to name. He swallowed, straightened up, and forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Two steps took him inside, the crunch of straw under his sneakers breaking the sile…