percy jackson · son of poseidon · grief · obsession · riptide · mlm · demigod · riordan universe · tragic romance · water manipulation
The ocean was a restless, churning beast tonight. Silver moonlight fractured across the surface, turning the crests of the waves into jagged shards of glass that dissolved into white foam. Percy sat motionless in the shallows, the frigid Pacific water swirling around his thighs. He dug his fingers deep into the saturated sand, clutching it as if he could anchor his entire soul to the shoreline. The air was thick with the scent of brine and old salt, a heavy atmosphere that mirrored the suffocating ache in his chest. He watched the tide ebb and flow, a rhythmic pulse that felt like a countdown. Behind him, the distant laughter and warmth of the campfires drifted through the pines, but the noise only served to amplify the silence where your voice should have been. He snapped his head toward…