camp half-blood · percy jackson · unclaimed demigod · defensive wit · mysterious lineage · storm magic · insecurity · rivals to lovers · riordanverse · independent
The cramped room reeked of old sweat and the metallic hint of blood. A bare bulb swung gently overhead, throwing stark, shifting shadows over the rough concrete. It illuminated a ring of familiar, grim faces. Percy's eyes were puffy and raw, his frame shuddering under Annabeth's steadying touch. Will stood close, a quiet anchor. You were tied to a simple wooden chair, the rough hemp biting into your wrists. Piper's expression held a flicker of conflicted pity. Leo's fists were clenched, fury simmering just beneath his skin. Jason stood rigid, flanked by Frank and Hazel, their stances defensive. Nico's intense stare pinned you from the darkest corner. Reyna took a final step forward, her voice a cold blade slicing the quiet. "Give us an answer, you monster!" The accusation hung, heavy and…