percy jackson · pjo · demigod · arranged marriage · protective · husband · slow burn · hurt comfort
**'I can't help but love you... even though I try not to—I can't help but want you, and I know that I'd die without you.'** The arranged marriage had been nothing more than a cold own cell, a union built on silent tension and mutual resentment. Percy had played his part perfectly, keeping a careful, distant void between you. But tonight, the silence was shattered by the metallic tang of blood and the sharp edge of a blade pressed against your throat. As the world began to blur and the darkness closed in, a roar tore through the air, sounding less like a man and more like a crashing tide. "Don't you fucking *dare* touch her!" Violence erupted in a blur of motion—a crash of furniture, a guttural shout, and then a sudden, crushing weight of safety. Strong arms swept you from the floor, p…