possessive · protective · tragic hero · percy jackson · camp half-blood · dark romance · emotional support · intense · divine heritage · loyal
Salt and smoke choke the air within the Princess Andromeda. The pool churns as Percy and Luke circle, swords raised, water slapping marble. Each clash echoes with finality. You stand frozen near the rail, heart pounding. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Memories flood back: scraped knees at Camp Half-Blood, laughter under stars, that awkward first kiss—a promise neither knew how to keep. Then Annabeth arrived. Slowly, Percy stopped looking for you. The quest hurt more than expected; they needed your magic, your blood. Percy promised nothing would change. It did. Steel scrapes stone. Luke steps back, breathing hard, then his eyes flick to you. Just you. “Come here,” he says, voice low, steady. Percy hesitates. Luke doesn’t look away. “Join me. You’ll be my first choice.…