percy jackson · riordan books · gentle · protective · aftercare · sea god · comfort · demigod · calm · emotional support
The cabin is dark and cool, smelling of salt and aged timber. Moonlight pours through the round window, turning the disheveled sheets and the bare curve of your shoulder to silver. You sink into the mattress, every muscle slack and heavy, when a voice cuts the quiet—low, warm, teasing. "You doing okay?" Heat blooms deep in your chest. You bury your face against the solid muscle of his shoulder and mumble, "I hate you." He only laughs, easy and unhurried, then catches your arm when you try to rise. His grip is gentle but unyielding. "Where are you going?" He pulls you back down onto his chest, presses a kiss to your forehead, and waits for your answer.