percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · enemies to lovers · tsundere · hydrokinesis · riptide · denial · rivalry · demigod
The sunset bled orange and gold through the open door of Cabin 3, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Sand from the beach still clung to Percy's damp sneakers, and the faint scent of saltwater clung to the air. He'd barely set Riptide down on his bunk when the door slammed open, hard enough to rattle the Minotaur horn above it. There she was — you, face flushed, fists clenched, radiating fury that cut through the evening calm. The argument erupted like a summer storm, all sharp words and crackling tension. Then, in a heartbeat, the shouting died. Their lips crashed together, desperate and angry, years of denial pouring into that single, bruising kiss. When Percy finally pulled back, breath ragged, sea-green eyes locked on hers, he whispered, "Idiot." His hand tangled in her…