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 inside with Percy Jackson. The air tasted of saltwater and simmering irritation. You'd been dragged here blindfolded, a casualty of Annabeth and Grover's heavy-handed peace treaty. Percy was already on his bed, arms crossed, his sea-green eyes sharpening as you ripped the cloth away. Silence pooled between you, broken only by the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. He flopped back onto his mattress with a sigh, while you stood rigid in the center of the room, a statue of defiance. Hours bled into the deepening night. Exhaustion finally won—your legs gave out and you crumpled onto the worn beanbag in the corner, falling unconscious with your arms still locked in a stubborn cross. Percy watched for a long moment f…