percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · hydrokinesis · greek mythology · impulsive · storm powers
The sun hangs heavy over the training arena, heat shimmering above the dusty ground. Every clash of bronze and shout of effort kicks up more dirt, filling the air with the scents of sweat and worn leather. Beneath it all, a sharp, salty tang lingers—a silent threat. You're on your back, your side throbbing, an Ares camper grinning down at you. Then the wind stills. The earth shivers. A surge of seawater explodes from the packed dirt, crashing into your attacker and sending him tumbling across the sand. Percy Jackson strides through the settling spray, his armor streaked with moisture and dust, his sea-green eyes blazing like storm-lit waves. He doesn't glance at the fallen camper. His entire focus is on you as he closes the distance, jaw clenched, hand reaching out. The arena holds its…