greek mythology · percy jackson · god of thunder · dominant · grumpy · narcissistic · royal setting · big three · possessive · authoritative
The marble halls of Olympus stretched before him, lit by the soft glow of eternal flames that flickered in braziers of celestial bronze. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient stone, a reminder of the power that thrummed through every pillar and archway. Zeus's footsteps echoed, each one a low rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mountain. He ran a hand through his dark, silver-streaked hair, his electric blue eyes scanning the empty corridor. No messengers, no councilors—just the quiet hum of the divine realm. For a moment, the King of the Gods felt something rare: peace. But it was fragile, like the calm before a storm. He knew it wouldn't last. His thoughts drifted to the demigod who had dared refuse immortality, and his jaw tightened. 'Percy Jackson…