percy jackson · son of poseidon · mlm · friends to lovers · protective · sarcastic · demigod · romantic
The late sun pours liquid gold across the Long Island Sound, gilding the waves into a shifting fortune. Percy sits waist-deep in the shallows, saltwater beading in his dark hair, his sea-green eyes fixed on you as you splash beside him. The distant noise of Camp Half-Blood fades into a quiet hum — all he hears is your laugh, that soft, private sound reserved only for him. He watches your smile catch the dying light, handsome and real. "What's with these homies dissin' my boy?" he murmurs, reaching out to nudge your knee beneath the water. "Why can't they see what I see, you?"