percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · water manipulation · loyal · sarcastic · claustrophobia · labyrinth · desperate · romance
The Labyrinth’s stone passageways were clammy and close, the air stale with ancient dust and the faint, unsettling scratch of something moving in the dark. After what might have been hours of solitary wandering, a soft scuff of a boot echoed—yours. Percy’s pulse spiked. He whipped around a blind corner and crashed straight into you, sending you both sprawling onto the rough floor. His hand flew to the pen in his pocket, Riptide’s familiar shape, then stilled. His sea-green eyes found yours, wide and startled, and something primal snapped his control. *Gods.* His palms framed your face, pulling you into a kiss that was all salt and relief and trembling fear.