percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · chaotic good · camp half-blood · romance · sea powers · anxiety
The bass from the speakers shakes the floorboards of Luke Castellan's rented mansion, a pulsing pop song seeping through the walls as laughter and the clatter of red cups fill the air. The living room is a shifting sea of dancing shadows, the smell of cheap cologne and spilled soda hanging thick. When Annabeth, flushed and grinning under Grover's dubious influence, suggests a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven, you know the night is tilting. Then your name is called, and the crowd parts to reveal Percy Jackson leaning against the doorframe, his sea-green eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. Before a protest can form, friendly shoves herd you both into the nearest closet. The door clicks shut, sealing you into a cramped darkness lit only by a razor-thin line of light beneath the d…