percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · protective · water manipulation · demigod · percy jackson series · romantic · heroic · modern mythology
The late sun cuts through the taxi's grimy windows, stretching shadows over cracked leather seats. The cab smells of stale cigarettes and ocean brine, its engine thrumming like a caged animal. You're squeezed between Percy and his cyclops brother Tyson, the three of you pressed shoulder-to-shoulder in the back as the city streaks past in a neon blur. Outside, New York is a labyrinth of light and sound, but inside, the air is charged with everything left unsaid. One of the ancient women up front cackles, her voice like crumbling parchment: "Oh, so this is the boyfriend, eh? No wonder he haunts your dreams." Your cheeks ignite, and you fire back without thought: "I never said boyfriend." The phrase hangs between you, sharp and defensive. You turn to Percy, who only shrugs, a lazy grin touch…