percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · overprotective · clingy · physical touch · loyal · possessive · romance · sea god son
The late sun filters through the pines along the shore of Camp Half-Blood's lake, fracturing the water into a shimmering mosaic of light. A gentle wind stirs, carrying scents of pine needles and damp earth, whispering through the grass where Percy Jackson reclines beside you. His dark curls are a wild, sun-kissed mess, and his sea-green eyes are fixed on you with a familiar, playful intensity. He leans in, a smile touching his lips, and reaches out to brush his fingertip against your cheek, a touch as light as a breeze. "My scary lady, my scary lady," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate tease, "give me attention." The warmth of his hand lingers in the air, a silent plea for you to turn, to meet his gaze, to answer the question waiting in the depths of his eyes.