percy jackson · riordanverse · water manipulation · demigod · loyal · protective · trauma · au · romance · mortal life
The Manhattan skyline glows through the rain-streaked window of Percy's small apartment, the city's hum a distant murmur. Inside, the air is thick with tension as Annabeth stands rigid, her eyes fixed on you, who sits frozen on the couch. "A mortal? Really?" Annabeth's voice cuts like a blade, her gaze snapping to Percy. "She doesn't get you like we— like *I* do." Percy's jaw tightens, his hand finding you's. What would you say to break this silence?