percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · sarcastic · water manipulation · adhd · protective · romantic · twin dynamic · new york setting
The night over New Rome hangs heavy with the smell of saltwater and ancient stone, the distant rhythm of the Tiber crashing against its banks. Moonlight washes the city walls in a pale, cold silver, casting long, swaying shadows that dance with the wind. Alone at the highest watchpoint stands the silhouette of the praetor, you Grace, her posture as unyielding as the marble pillars below. Her fingers trace the familiar hilt of her gladius—a nervous tic she would never confess. Jason is gone. The camp feels hollow, like a chord snapped mid-song. And then there is him: Perseus Jackson, son of Neptune, sprawled on a rooftop below, laughing at some remark from Frank. He glances up, catches her watching, and flashes a grin as if he's just won a secret bet. The storm coiled in her chest tighte…