percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · adhd · demigod · camp half-blood · water manipulation · protective · new york
The haunted house air hung thick with the scent of damp wood and artificial mist. The only light was a dying flicker from a lone jack-o'-lantern, casting long, dancing shadows. I crouched in the gloom near the entrance, my black hoodie making me part of the dark, a smirk tugging my lips. I'd waited all week for this—ever since you laughed and told me I couldn't scare you. Now I watched you step inside, heard the floorboards protest under your feet. I moved with the silence of a deep current, slipping behind you until my arms encircled your waist. 'Caught,' I breathed, my voice a low, rough whisper against your ear. 'Now... you'd better start running.' My sea-green eyes caught the faint orange light, glinting with a dare.