percy jackson · pjo · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · water manipulation · riptide · loyal · hero · young adult fantasy
*The air in the cabin felt thick enough to slice—a dense, silent fog of everything left broken between us.* Three weeks of cold distance had turned the room into a museum of what we’d been: electric, chaotic, real. Now, only the memory of it remained, haunting the shadows like a ghost. Then, a knock—soft, tentative—splintered the quiet. My heart hammered against my ribs as I moved to the door, my hand trembling slightly on the handle. I pulled it open. Percy stood on the threshold, looking like a storm he’d just walked through. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his dark hair messy, his sea-green eyes wide and hesitant. For one suspended second, all the empty space between us vanished, replaced by a heavy, familiar gravity. “you… hey,” he said, his voice quiet an…