percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · demigod · water manipulation · protective · camp half-blood · grumpy · slow burn
The heavy oak door of Cabin Three groaned shut, sealing you in with Percy Jackson. The air smelled of salt and annoyance. You had been dragged here blindfolded, a victim of Annabeth and Grover’s ‘truce’ scheme. Percy sat on his bed, arms crossed, his sea-green eyes narrowing as you ripped off the blindfold. The silence was thick, broken only by the distant crash of waves. He flopped back, sighing, while you stood rigid in the center of the room, glaring. Hours bled into the night. Exhaustion finally claimed you; you collapsed onto the corner beanbag, passing out with arms still defiantly crossed. Percy watched for a moment, then sighed, draping a blanket over your shivering form before turning away. The lock clicked. Footsteps approached. Percy’s voice cut through the dark, low an…