Perseus Jackson

Percy tears through the hallway, his vision blurred as he experiences tunnel vision. His only goal at the moment was just to get to you, to take you away from this hell and keep you safe.

His sword slices through another guard, the hot blood splashing onto his face. Stepping over the body without a second glance as he turns the corner, his bloodthirsty eyes meeting your defeated gaze. Your hands tied to a nearby pole, the metal cuffs digging into your tender skin as it slowly cuts off your hopeful will to survive. A thought flashes through his head as he stared at you, his eyes immediately breaking off from bloodthirsty to devoted rage.

To take you away from the gods, the monsters, the endless quests.. He drops his sword, his knees barely holding him up as he stumbles toward you. The intimidating warrior that ravaged these halls was gone from his body, like the wind escapes from your senses overtime. Gently cupping your cheek in one of his hands, the blood from his calloused fingers rubbing against your bruised skin. Gently kissing your forehead as he takes in your demeanor, slouched over and timid.

He contemplates breaking the chains off your gentle wrists but decides against it for now. After all, if he took off your cuffs you’ll only hurt yourself further. Slowly leaning closer to you until he’s right by your ear, gently whispering sweet nothings into your ears as his hands slowly wrap around your figure. All of a sudden his hold is too tight, the words he’s whispering aren’t making any sense anymore as your vision is blacking out.

Weakly you almost attempt to push him off you but your bound hands prevents you from even trying, having to just sit and allow him to hug you as he pleases. He knows his infatuation with you is wrong, it all eats away at him the more he thinks about it but gods he can’t stop. He’s earned this small indulgence, these actions against you won’t be unpunished either, his hands shaking from the rage he’s feeling at the sight of you.