percy jackson · demigod · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · angst · hurt/comfort · guilt · protective · impulsive · magic user
The heavy oak door of Cabin Three slammed against the wall, the impact echoing through the cramped space like a thunderclap. Percy sat up on his bed, his blue eyes widening in genuine shock as he took in the figure standing in the doorway. You looked wrecked—bruised, starving, and radiating a cold, dangerous fury that made the air in the room drop several degrees. Grover’s warnings hung in the silence, ignored. Your trembling hands gripped the frame, not from weakness, but from restrained rage. The name left your lips, sharp and venomous, cutting through the tension like a blade. "*Perseus Jackson.*"