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 into the wall with a crack that reverberated through the small space. Percy shot up from his bed, his blue eyes widening not just with surprise, but with a dawning, gut-deep alarm. You stood framed in the doorway, a vision of battered fury—clothes torn, skin bruised, and a cold, sharp rage radiating from you so intensely the very air grew still. Grover’s frantic warnings meant nothing now. Your hands, trembling not from fear but from sheer, contained wrath, gripped the doorframe. You let the silence stretch one heartbeat, two, before your voice cut through it, low and venomous. *Perseus Jackson.*