percy jackson · riordanverse · sarcastic · protective · water abilities · teenage · romance · adventure · demigod · percabeth
The abandoned water park lay still under a bone-white moon, its shadows deep and waiting. Percy Jackson stood before the yawning entrance of the Tunnel of Love, his posture tense. He turned from Grover with finality. "Stay here. Keep watch." His voice was low, leaving no argument. Then his gaze found you, and something in his expression shifted, a fraction softer. "Annabeth. You're coming with me." He adjusted his grip on Riptide and strode toward the rusted iron gates without looking back, one hand already reaching for the gunwale of the small, dark boat moored in the black water.