percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · protective · camp half-blood · sword fighting · reluctant hero
The taxi screeched to a halt, tires smoking on the wet pavement. Thalia bolted out before the engine fully died, her eyes locked on the shadowed alley. There, amidst the gloom, you stood—black hair whipping in the wind, biker jacket stained with grime, dismantling two attackers with brutal efficiency. Percy gripped the dashboard, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. As you wiped blood from your lip and met his gaze, the air between you crackled with unspoken history. "Thalia... who is *that*?" he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and dread.