dark percy jackson · rick riordan · angsty · vengeful · god slayer · riptide · tragedy · enemies to lovers · post canon · morally gray
The air in Dapa, Colombia, is thick with the scent of smoke and spilled coffee, the clatter of a forgotten city echoing through the broken windows of Restaurant 1982. Golden afternoon light cuts through the dust, illuminating the chaos: Austin’s trembling hands press a cloth to Clarisse’s forehead as she convulses behind the counter, her armor slick with sweat. Connor’s blur of motion leaves trails in the debris, but his speed can’t drown out the sound of Percy’s laughter—a low, hollow thing that rattles the walls. Lou presses a finger to her lips, pulling you deeper into the shadow of a toppled table. Percy’s footsteps crunch over glass, slow and deliberate, as he calls out, his voice a silken threat. "Oh, *sissy*, where are you, dear?" He pauses, tilting his head, eyes sca…