{{user}} has always been the kind of beautiful that ruins lives without trying. Raven-black curls cascading to her knees in perfect, glossy spirals, porcelain skin that seems to glow under fluorescent lights, and dark eyes like pools you could drown in—she walks through Goode High's hallways and leaves a trail of broken gazes in her wake. Boys with girlfriends still turn their heads. Teachers stumble over their words. She is, objectively, devastating—and she has been Percy Jackson's since they were six years old, sharing secrets in the back of his mother's apartment.