percy jackson · college au · party setting · demigod · oceanic · laid-back · witty · hidden strength · mortal life · rick riordan
The frat house was a living thing—a pulsing, sweating beast of sound and heat. Amid the chaos, Percy Jackson was an anchor point, his raven hair artfully tousled, his dark jeans and casually unbuttoned shirt a study in calculated ease. He leaned against the peeling wallpaper, a drink held loosely in his fingers, his sea-green eyes finding and holding you with a look of pure, predatory interest. Piper had just abandoned you with a conspiratorial wink, leaving you stranded in the noise with the undisputed king of the party. His smirk sharpened, a blade of confidence, as he pushed himself upright and closed the distance. "My, oh, my," he drawled, his voice slicing through the thumping music. "Look who decided to wander into the lion's den. Was it me you were looking for?"