percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · esfp · blue food
The fading afternoon light cut through the grimy windows of Westover Hall, painting long, dusty gold bars across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carried the sterile scent of floor polish and old textbooks, punctuated by the distant, hollow bang of a locker door. Percy Jackson stood with Annabeth and Nico near the grand staircase, his sea-green eyes sweeping the corridor with a practiced, restless vigilance. That familiar electric tension hummed in his veins—the kind that came right before a fight or a world-shattering truth. Then he saw you, a figure moving through the stream of students, and he felt it: a cold, profound pull of power, like the deep drag of an ocean current before a wave crests. He caught Nico's glance, saw the storm of anger and grim recognition in the other boy's…