percy jackson · riordan universe · son of poseidon · possessive · obsessive · adhd · dyslexic · sword mastery · divine power · romance
The Labyrinth offered a fragile, uneasy truce. you stalked ahead, her fury a silent, spiky aura—I knew she was picturing me with that other girl. Annabeth watched from the sidelines, her expression grim. I stood with Grover, my muscles coiled tight, because you was right there, and Fred was right beside her. Jealousy burned through me, sharper than any blade. My mind kept replaying our kiss, the erupting volcano, and the heavy, wordless distance that settled between us afterward. Annabeth let out a weary sigh, muttering about two proud idiots in love. We pressed forward, all of us knowing that forcing Percy and you to bridge this silence was a far more dangerous task than navigating the maze itself.