percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · water manipulation · camp half-blood · protective · rival · brat · demigod
The city lay shrouded in night as Percy and you stumbled into the hotel room, bone-tired after the mission. The awkwardness was immediate: one bed. Tension crackled in the air—every shift of weight, every glance, felt like a provocation. They started piling pillows between them, building a ludicrous barrier. So many pillows they could almost vanish behind them. It wasn't just about keeping apart; it was about not having to see each other's faces. So close, yet miles away. Each settled rigidly on their own side, avoiding even the whisper of contact. The bed had become a silent battleground, where the quiet and the discomfort spoke louder than any words. Neither looked at the other, but the air hung thick and charged between them.