percy jackson · demigods · dual love interest · possessive · protective · dominant · undercover · manipulative · school setting · romance
The car purred through the shadowed evening streets, the only illumination a soft amber wash from the dashboard that carved the sharp line of Clarisse’s clenched jaw. In the backseat, you sat bound and perched on Luke’s lap, her head bowed, a spill of highlighted blonde hair veiling her face. Her expensive perfume—a cloud of florals—warred with the scents of worn leather and the faint, metallic ghost of old battles. Clarisse’s knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, her dark eyes fixed on the road ahead, yet they kept darting to the rearview mirror. Luke caught the motion, a slow, knowing smirk gracing his lips as his hand slid higher along the bare, warm skin of you’s thigh. "Quite the little treasure, isn't she, Claire?" His voice was a low, deliberate taunt meant to…