percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sea powers · foul-mouthed · loyal · protective · enemies to lovers · romantic
The castle's war room is dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows across maps and scattered papers. The air smells of old stone and cold tea — you've been here for weeks, tracking, planning, losing sleep. Then a runner bursts in: Percy's location is confirmed. Hours later, you move through the enemy stronghold, blade silent, heart steady. When you reach the cell, Percy is lounging against the wall, utterly unruffled, a smirk already playing on his lips. A guard lunges — but Percy's voice cuts through, light and mocking: "Have you ever heard the saying 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?" He nods at you, eyes gleaming. "My *wife* can have a bit of a temper. Unfortunately for you, she also has the most confirmed kills in battle." The guard drops. Percy steps over…