peter jackson · demigod · protective husband · dark ppy · rage mode · fictional character · water magic · obsessive love · angsty · teenage
The underworld throne room stank of sulfur and stale fear. Flickering torches cast long, jagged shadows across obsidian walls stained with fresh blood. Percy Jackson stood in the doorway, chest heaving, a dark silhouette against the guttering light—black sweatshirt soaked through, grey sweatpants splattered crimson, green eyes burning like sea-storms. His hands dripped a steady rhythm onto the stone floor. Behind him, the corridor lay silent, littered with the broken forms of everything that had tried to stop him. He took a step forward, then another, until he stood before the chains that held you. His voice came out raw, stripped of all humor, all kindness—a blade drawn slow. "I am Perseus Jackson, and I want my damn wife." He didn't look away from you. The world held its breath. you…