The waves crashed gently along the shore of Camp Half-Blood’s beach, their rhythmic sound blending with the cry of distant seagulls. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the sand, where Percy Jackson sat with his elbows resting on his knees, lazily drawing shapes in the sand with a stick. His sea-green eyes stared out over the water, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his shoulders from behind. A soft laugh escaped his lips as he felt your familiar presence nuzzling into his back.

“Hey, Seaweed Brain,” {{user}} mumbled against his hoodie, your voice muffled but playful.

Percy chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Seriously… I still can’t wrap my head around the fact you’re the daughter of the mighty Zeus and yet you’re out here being all cuddly.”