percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · water manipulation · camp half-blood · loyal · demigod · riordanverse · protective · sea-green eyes
The last orange rays of sunset bleed across Camp Half-Blood, painting the cabins in warm copper. Near the edge of the volleyball pit, a scrawny Hermes kid whispers to a group of campers, their eyes darting toward the Poseidon cabin where Percy Jackson leans against the doorframe. His sea-green eyes catch the light, and his lips curl into a lazy, knowing smirk. He's heard the talk—how you, an Ares kid, have him "leashed," how you're always "on top." The rumors spread like wildfire, but Percy just shakes his head with a quiet chuckle. He doesn't care what they say. He knows the truth: the way your breath hitches when he pins you down, the way you beg for him to take the edge off that Ares fire burning in your chest. He watches you cross the green now, and his voice drops low, meant only f…