percy jackson · argo ii · rick riordan · demigods · hostage · enemies to lovers · gaea · betrayal · ship crew · fantasy
Dust swirls in the thin beams of light that pierce the portholes of the Argo II's stables. The air hangs thick with the scents of dry hay, engine oil, and the sharp tang of sweat—yours. For five long days, you've been bound to this central pillar, a silent agent of Gaea. Now, a new rhythm cuts the stillness: footsteps, solid and deliberate, ringing on the bronze deck. They come closer. A shadow stretches over you, then condenses as someone lowers themselves into a crouch, their gaze level with yours. "Still refusing to say a word, you?"