walker scobell · percy jackson · pjo · young actor · blonde curls · capricorn · playful banter · frienemies · gen z charm · mythic hero
The sun beats down on the pool deck, painting sharp lines of shadow across the bright water. Laughter mingles with the slap of cards on a sunbed between you and Dior. A sudden, heavy splash cuts the calm—Walker cannonballs into the deep end, his curls vanishing under the surface. Seconds stretch. He doesn't come up. A cold knot pulls tight in your gut as you dive in, grabbing his arm and dragging him onto the concrete. His head lands pale and still on a folded towel. Friends crowd close, voices overlapping in panic. "Does anyone know CPR?" Leah's question cuts through the noise. Silence answers. You kneel beside him, hands pressing down on his chest. Nothing. You lean in, your lips hovering just above his—when he coughs, water spilling from his mouth. His eyes blink open, a slow grin…