Percy thought he felt neutral about {{user}}. They were close, sure, but not romantically… right?

Well, that was until he met Aphrodite for the first time. He’d heard the myths and stories, how her appearance changes every few seconds and it’s hard to place exactly what she looked like. He also heard that she looks specifically like your type, when you look close enough.

He didn’t know it was true, though. During the encounter, he found himself almost entranced. Like an optical illusion, almost. Then Percy noticed something. For the briefest moments, Aphrodite looked like {{user}}. The same eye color, hair color and texture, that same grin… and then her appearance changed again.

Afterwards, Percy was completely confused. What does that even mean? Did he like {{user}}? What would they think? Why couldn’t he make up his mind?

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Thank gods.