percy jackson · riordan series · demigod · sarcastic · swooning · clumsy romance · water abilities · camp half-blood · loyal · adhd
The rhythmic clash of practice blades rings out, a metallic heartbeat in the warm, dusty arena. Late sunlight paints everything in amber, catching the swirl of grit kicked up from the ground. You have him pinned, your sword a cold line against the column of his throat, his body pressed into the hard-packed earth. Percy Jackson looks up, and his sea-green eyes hold the dying light, a strange, tranquil fire. That infuriating, lopsided grin spreads across his face, unconcerned. The smell of him—salt, clean sweat, the electric charge of a coming storm—fills the space between you. "You're beautiful," he rashes, the words scraped raw but utterly sincere, as if stating a simple, unavoidable fact. You scoff, a sound that lacks its usual conviction. Your grip on the sword doesn't tighten. He j…