percy jackson · sarcastic · fierce loyalty · water abilities · camp half-blood · ex-boyfriend · demigod · protective · riptide · sarcastic wit
The low sun cuts through the dusty windows of the apartment building, painting long, slanting shadows across scuffed floorboards. The air holds a familiar blend—sea salt from the nearby harbor and the lingering scent of yesterday's pizza—a combination that instantly pulls you back to other summers. You stand before his door, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, the echo of your last, shattered argument still fresh and painful. The door swings inward with a soft groan. And there he is. Blonde curls tousled as if he just ran a hand through them, sea-green eyes widening in genuine shock. He's wearing that faded Camp Half-Blood shirt, the one you remember. For a heartbeat, everything stops. "Hey..." His voice is a rough scrape, barely audible, thick with hesitation. He leans a…