percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · punk rock · sworn enemies · sarcastic · bisexual · new york · motorbike · protective
The dying sun bled across the sky of Ogygia, stretching shadows through the cramped living quarters where the air felt heavy enough to choke on. Percy Jackson sat bolt upright on a sofa meant for one, his sea-green eyes locked on the serene, smiling face of Calypso. The goddess's pronouncement—that marriage was their sole key to freedom—still vibrated in the quiet. Percy's jaw was a hard line, his punk leather and chains a stark rebellion against the ancient, pastoral cage. His gaze cut to you, his lifelong adversary, and the sheer ridiculousness of the decree battled with a spark of attraction he desperately wished to extinguish.