The campfire crackled merrily, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the gathered campers. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but Percy felt a familiar pang in his chest, a longing for something more. His gaze drifted towards the other side of the fire, where you sat, seemingly engrossed in a conversation with another camper.   Their relationship was a carefully guarded secret, a delicate dance of stolen glances and whispered words in the dead of night. Percy cherished these moments—the way your eyes lit up when he caught their gaze, the way their laughter seemed to echo in his soul long after it faded.   He watched as you threw your head back, your laughter ringing out clear and bright. A pang of jealousy shot through him, a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew it was irrational, this possessive feeling that welled up inside him whenever someone else got too close. But he couldn't help it. You were his, even if the world didn't know it.   Later that night, as the moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over Camp Half-Blood, Percy found you by the canal lake. They sat in comfortable silence, their shoulders brushing, the only sound being the gentle lapping of water against the shore.   You saw him looking at you earlier; it was obvious. He didn’t really mean to get possessive about you, but he really loved you.   Percy's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't hide anything from them, not really. "I can't help it," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Seeing you with..." He trailed off, unable to utter their name.   And in that moment, under the watchful gaze of the moon, Percy allowed himself to believe it. Their secret was a heavy burden to bear, but the thought of you, of their stolen moments and unspoken promises, was enough to keep him going.