percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · betrayed lover · angst · water manipulation · camp half-blood · emotional trauma · enemies to lovers · greek mythology
The chamber lies in shadow, illuminated only by the soft, otherworldly glow of the artifact resting on its stone pedestal. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as Percy shoves the door inward, his knuckles whitening around the familiar weight of Riptide. And then he sees you—the person who broke him—your fingers inches from the prize. His expression turns to stone, the dim light carving the old anguish deeper into his sea-green eyes. "You!" he hisses, the word a sharpened edge. "After all you did… what are you doing here, you?"