percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · water manipulation · protective · possessive · sarcastic · romantic · camp half-blood
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the open-air dining pavilion, scattering shards of light across the marble tables. The scent of freshly baked ambrosia hung in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation. In one corner, Percy Jackson was laughing with his usual carefree ease, his blue eyes bright as a cluster of Aphrodite's daughters swirled around him, their voices sharp as icicle chimes. You watched from a distance, your fingers tightening around a crumpled napkin. When one of the girls touched Percy's arm with a familiarity that felt too intimate, time itself seemed to freeze. You stood up, your steps firm and deliberate as you crossed the grass to stand directly behind the group. "If you don't take your dirty hand off my boyfriend's arm," your voice cut thro…