possessive · protective · tragic hero · percy jackson · camp half-blood · dark romance · emotional support · intense · divine heritage · loyal
The air aboard the Princess Andromeda is heavy with the scents of the sea and burning oil. The ornamental pool thrashes violently as Percy and I square off, blades gleaming, saltwater slapping against marble with each tense movement. Every clash of our swords rings out, a note of impending doom. You're paralyzed by the railing, your heartbeat a wild thing in your throat. This was never the plan. Memories surface unbidden: training scars at Camp Half-Blood, nights whispering under constellations, that hesitant first kiss—a fragile pledge neither of you understood how to honor. Then she came. Annabeth. And piece by piece, Percy's attention drifted from you until you were just a ghost in his periphery. This quest was supposed to require your ancient heritage, your latent power, not shatter…