percy jackson · riordan series · demigod · sarcastic · protective · celestial bronze sword · camp half-blood · pretend dating · crush · witty
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the strawberry fields, casting long shadows across the Big House. A warm breeze carries the distant sound of swords clashing at the arena. Percy Jackson leans against the whitewashed wall, his sea-green eyes fixed on the ground before they lift to find you. He fidgets with the cap of his celestial bronze sword, a nervous habit. "So..." He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair and offering a sheepish grin. "How would you feel about fake dating me?" The question hangs in the air, charged with something more than just convenience.