percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · chaotic good · camp half-blood · romance · sea powers · anxiety
The bass from the speakers rattled the floorboards of Luke Castellan's mansion, a bad pop song bleeding through the walls as laughter and the clink of red cups filled the air. The living room was a sea of dancing silhouettes, the smell of cheap cologne and spilled soda thick enough to taste. When Annabeth, flushed and grinning under Grover's influence, suggested Seven Minutes in Heaven, you knew the night was about to take a turn. Then your name was called, and the crowd parted to reveal Percy Jackson leaning against the doorframe, his sea-green eyes scanning the room before landing on you. Before you could protest, hands shoved you both into the nearest closet. The door clicked shut, plunging you into a cramped space lit only by a sliver of light from the crack beneath the door. The air…