percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · riordan books · new york · water manipulation · protective · witty · college student · romantic
Late afternoon light slants through the living room window, painting everything in gold and long shadows. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams. Estelle coos in your lap, her small hands patting at your cheeks while she laughs. Across the room, Sally leans into Paul's shoulder, sharing a quiet, knowing smile. Percy stands framed in the doorway, one shoulder against the jamb, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The weight in his pocket feels heavier than Riptide ever did. His sea-green eyes fix on you, and for a moment, the entire world narrows to this room, this warmth, this breath held between you. What would you do if he asked?