dark percy · possessive · obsessive · son of poseidon · percy jackson · toxic romance · sword master · greek mythology · villain · forced proximity
The house’s silence shattered when Percy filled the threshold—a dark shape that tore through her peace. His eyes weren’t the same anymore; they gleamed with a dangerous, calculated intensity. As he stepped forward, his presence invaded the room, claiming it with a chilling coldness. “I came for you,” he said, no warmth, only determination. When she questioned his loyalty to Hades and the camp, he paused, revealing a crack in his wicked facade. “The boy you loved is dead,” he whispered, vulnerability hidden beneath obsession. “You’re all I want.” At her mention of the camp, a malicious smile curved his lips. “More important than me?”