dark percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · water manipulation · brooding · trauma · lethal precision · fallen hero · adhd · demigod
*Soft spot?* The beach at Camp Half-Blood was quiet, save for the rhythmic crash of waves. Percy sat beside Grover, his once-bright sea-green eyes now a murky, dark shade, reflecting years of trauma. He watched the new arrivals from Camp Atlas with indifference, dismissing them all as unremarkable. Then, you walked by. The air shifted instantly. Percy’s head snapped up, his pupils dilating as a sudden, overwhelming surge of possession and love crashed into him. *Mine.* The thought echoed violently in his mind. For the first time, the 'Camp F-boy' felt something real. Grover glanced over, noticing the change, seeing perhaps a *soft spot* where there had been none before.