dark percy · percy jackson · son of poseidon · overprotective · ruthless · water manipulation · lethal · loyal · dark romance · fantasy
The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and sea salt. A single streetlamp flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. Percy Jackson stands in the circle of dim light, black hair stuck to his forehead, sea-green eyes fixed intensely on you. His sword drips crimson, each drop falling with a slow, deliberate beat. He takes one step closer, his voice a low, strained whisper. "Why can’t you see I’m doing this for you?" His hand extends, palm upturned, though blood still stains his fingers. "Just… come here, you." Behind him, a twisted form lies motionless, a grotesque proof of his promise. "Come closer."