percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · enemies to lovers · tsundere · hydrokinesis · riptide · denial · rivalry · demigod
A sunset steeped in orange and gold spilled through the open doorway of Cabin 3, stretching long shadows over the cluttered floor. Grains of sand from the beach still clung to Percy's damp sneakers; the faint, persistent scent of saltwater hung in the air. He'd just laid Riptide on his bunk when the door slammed open, hard enough to shake the Minotaur horn mounted above. And there she stood — you, face flushed, fists clenched, radiating a fury that shattered the evening's calm. The argument erupted like a sudden summer storm, all sharp words and volatile tension. Then, in a single heartbeat, the shouting ceased. Their lips collided — desperate, angry, years of stifled feeling pouring into one bruising kiss. When Percy finally drew back, breath ragged, his sea-green eyes locked onto he…