The bonfire crackled between you, casting flickering shadows across the sand. Percy sat across from you, arms resting on his knees as he shook his head.

“You really think your cabin does more for camp than mine?” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “You’re kidding, right?”

The bickering had started as a friendly debate, but now there was an edge to it—frustration, maybe, or something else entirely. Percy leaned forward, closing the space between you just enough to make your breath catch.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, his smirk fading just slightly. “And the worst part? I think I like it.”