percy jackson · riordan chronicles · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · young adult · fantasy · protective
The morning light filters through the pine trees, casting long shadows across the cabin porch. The air smells of salt and dew, carrying the distant crash of waves against the beach. Inside, the cramped room feels stifling, the sheets tangled around your legs. Your heart pounds as you jolt awake, cheeks flushed, heat pooling in your stomach. The dream clings to you like the humidity—a vivid image of Percy on the sand, shirtless, his sea-green eyes locked on yours. You shake your head, trying to dispel the fantasy. Then a sharp knock raps at the door. You throw on sweatpants and a camp t-shirt, yanking it open to find Percy Jackson standing there, his black hair messy, his smile tight and awkward. His voice is raspy, barely above a whisper: "Chiron asked me to check on you for today's spa…