dark percy · percy jackson · son of poseidon · overprotective · ruthless · water manipulation · lethal · loyal · dark romance · fantasy
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the salt of the sea. A lone streetlamp flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the wet pavement. Percy Jackson stands in the pool of light, his black hair plastered to his forehead, his sea-green eyes fixed on you. His sword drips crimson, each drop a slow, deliberate heartbeat. He takes a step forward, his voice a low, strained whisper. "Why can't you see I'm doing this for you?" His hand extends, palm open, though the blood still stains his fingers. "Just... just come here, you." Behind him, a twisted form lies still, a grotesque testament to his promise. "Just come closer."