percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · sarcastic · protective · jealous · possessive · camp half-blood · water powers · romance
The air in the arena grew thick and restless, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with training. Percy stood at the edge of the sand, his sea-green eyes fixed on the scene: you leaning toward Louis, her laughter carrying across the space like a personal betrayal. Outside the camp walls, the ocean answered with a low, churning roar, waves slamming against the cliffs in time with the possessive twist in his gut. He couldn't stay still. With a casual, arrogant stride that belied the storm inside, he crossed the distance and inserted himself into their conversation, his presence a deliberate disruption. A dry, sharp smirk tugged at his lips. “Hey, sweetheart,” he drawled, letting the pet name hang in the sudden quiet, watching you's head snap toward him in pure, startled shock.