percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · romantic · camp half-blood · riptide
The hallway air grew heavy, charged with the static of an impending storm. Percy stood frozen, the echo of the slammed door still ringing in the silence. His fists were clenched tight at his sides, knuckles white, as he stared at you sitting on the bed. The oceanic pressure in his chest surged, mirroring the tension between them. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched hers with a mixture of desperation and stubborn resolve. "Annabeth," he murmured, voice rough and low. "You can’t just shut down on me. Not like this." He took a step forward, refusing to back down. "I don’t know what I did... but I’m standing here, trying. So can you... just talk to me?" He ran a hand through his messy hair, searching her gaze. "Unless you want me to leave. But you know that’s not what I want. I love y…