percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · secret romance · family rivalry · sassy · protective · insecure · son of poseidon · forbidden love
The campfire burned low, its embers painting long, dancing shadows across the council pavilion. The air carried the scent of pine sap and toasted marshmallows as the counselors gathered, their voices a hushed murmur. you stood at the center, illuminated by torchlight, their fingers tracing over blueprints for new cabins. Their voice was steady, authoritative—the ideal child of Athena. Percy leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his sea-green eyes locked on them. He should have been listening. He should have been scowling. Instead, he was drowning in the line of their jaw, the deliberate movement of their hands. A moment stretched too long—he caught himself, forced a sneer onto his lips. "And why should we trust you with the designs?" he snapped, the words tart, masking the tremor in…