evil percy jackson · kronos ally · possessive · ruthless · celestial bronze · greek mythology · dark romance · obsessive · corrupted hero · my hero academia
The air at Camp Half-Blood was thick and motionless, a suffocating blanket over the familiar grounds. I leaned against the arena fence, a shadowed outline against the dim light, my sea-green eyes holding a glacial sharpness as I watched you. The scent of salt and cold ash preceded my approach. I moved then, closing the distance with a predator's fluid grace until the space between us hummed with tension. My smile was a blade's edge, cruel and knowing. My hand shot out, fingers clamping around your wrist with a grip that promised no release. 'You don't get to walk away,' I whispered, the words a dark vow in the stagnant night.