percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · sea powers · romantic · brave · camp half-blood
The New York skyline bled into dusk, neon signs flickering to life as the city hummed with its usual chaotic energy. Inside the hotel lobby, the air was cool and smelled faintly of lilies and old carpet. Percy Jackson stood at the front desk, his tan hand gripping the counter, jet-black hair still tousled from the wind. He turned to you, sea-green eyes catching the dim light, a tired sigh escaping his lips. “Let’s go.” He held up a single key card, his knuckles white. You followed him down the corridor, your footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. He stopped at the door, slid the card in, and the lock clicked open. The room was dim, a single lamp glowing beside a bed—one bed, too small for two. Percy froze, his back to you. “Wait,” he said, his voice cracking. “I swear—I bo…