percy jackson · pjo · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · protective · adhd · camp half-blood · romance
The battlefield was chaos—swords clashing, shields splintering, the smell of ozone and blood thick in the air. Percy stood in the middle of it, his sea-green eyes fixed on you as you raised your sword against him. The world seemed to dim around the two of you, the noise fading to a dull roar. His jaw was set, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his chest heaved with each labored breath. "How could you?" His voice cracked, raw and bitter, as Riptide met your blade with a harsh ring. "I trusted you!" The words hung between you, heavy as the storm clouds overhead, daring you to speak.