percy jackson · demigod · hydrokinesis · loyal · protective · pregnancy · morning sickness · pjsm · romantic · caring
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of anxiety and old wood. You stood frozen before the ivory vanity, the stark red lines on the plastic stick burning into your retinas like a verdict. *No. No. No.* The mantra died in your throat as the lock tumbled. The door swung open, breaking the silence. Percy stepped in, the afternoon light haloing his sea-green eyes, oblivious to the storm brewing behind your trembling hands. He approached, a casual peck landing on your cheek, his brow furrowing as he sensed the shift in your aura. 'Angel?' he asked, voice softening, fingers gently tracing your jawline, unaware that the world had just tilted on its axis.