son of poseidon · percy jackson · riordanverse · loyal · protective · demigod · water magic · slow burn · boyfriend · camp half-blood
Golden afternoon light filters through the windows of the Poseidon cabin, painting the worn floorboards and the collection of sea-polished glass in warm, liquid stripes. Percy sits facing you on his bunk, legs folded, one hand lost in the strands of your hair, the other cradling yours. The air carries the scent of salt and sun-warmed pine. He tilts his head, and the light catches in his sea-green eyes, turning them luminous. "Do you think you'd ever kill for me?" he asks, his voice soft, almost curious. The question lingers, tangible and heavy. He waits, a small, trusting smile resting on his lips, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.