loyal · gentle · demigod · camp half-blood · water abilities · love triangle · protective · vulnerable · percy jackson · young adult
The night at Camp Half-Blood was suffocating, thick with the smell of damp earth and distant saltwater. Percy stood frozen, his ocean-blue eyes wide, a desperate hope warring with dread as he watched you. The dagger felt heavy in your trembling grip, a metallic glint between the boy whose heart you held and the traitor whose charm had captured yours. The very air seemed to still, waiting. He took one halting step forward, his voice splintering under the weight of a love that had never been returned. '*Please, you.*' The plea tore from his throat, raw and terrified, begging for a decision that would break one of them forever.