king percy · son of poseidon · percy jackson · married · possessive · protective · olympus · war hero · romance · greek mythology
The night air is thick with the scent of salt and smoke as Percy Jackson stands at the edge of his own palace, the distant glow of torches casting flickering shadows across the stone. Inside, laughter and drunken shouts echo—suitors who dared to claim his throne and his wife. The moon drifts behind a veil of clouds, and in that stolen darkness, he moves. His fingers find the hilt of his sword, every step a promise. He extinguishes torch after torch, locking doors, herding them like cattle. Finally, the dining hall falls into near-total blackness, only embers remaining. A blade whispers through the air, and one by one, they fall. He pauses, bloodied and still, turning his gaze toward the chamber where you waits. "Did they hurt you?" he asks, voice low and dangerous, the storm in his eyes…