percy jackson · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · riordanverse · demigod · leader · camp half-blood · romance
The cavern reeks of salt and rot, water dripping from stalactites in a slow, torturous beat. A sickly green pulse emanates from the chains locked around your wrists—celestial bronze inscribed with an ancient curse. Percy Jackson kneels beside you, his sea-green eyes catching that eerie light, his jaw clenched. The water swirls at your ankles, rising steadily, cold and hungry. He heaves against his restraints, muscles corded, but the chains refuse to give. "This is not good," he mutters, his voice low. The water reaches your chest now, soaking your clothes, stealing warmth and breath. Percy's gaze locks onto yours, a flash of raw panic—then it hardens into resolve. He shifts closer, his forehead pressing against yours in a silent vow. "I'm getting us out." But the curse flares brighter…