The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) *18+* WTM/WTS Book 1

Boundaries

(Present)

Percy sat upright on the edge of the bed, her heart racing as Poseidon entered the room. His piercing gaze locked onto hers, and she fought the urge to look away.

The god that is so not her father moved closer, his steps deliberate and measured. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension, and Percy instinctively clenched her fists, bracing herself for whatever was to come.

"Percilla," Poseidon spoke her name with a softness that was almost disarming. "I trust your bath was to your liking?"

She swallowed hard, refusing to let his gentle tone sway her. "It was fine," she replied curtly. "But we need to talk."

His brow arched slightly, a mix of curiosity and amusement flickering across his face. "Talk? About what, my dear?"

Percy took a deep breath, steeling herself. She needed to stay strong, to assert herself, even in this twisted situation. "We need to set some boundaries," she said firmly, lifting her chin.

"And what boundaries would you like to establish, Percilla?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

Percy hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Well, first you need to stop treating me like your possession. I am not something you can control or keep against my will. Secondly, I want my own space—privacy, without you constantly watching over me. And most importantly, do not touch me without my consent."

Poseidon's eyes darkened as Percy laid out her boundaries. The softness in his demeanor faded, replaced by something far more dangerous. He stepped closer, towering over her, his presence suffocating in its intensity.

"You misunderstand the nature of our relationship, Percilla," Poseidon said, his voice low and edged with an underlying threat. "The first two boundaries you have requested are ones I cannot—and will not—honor."

Percy's breath caught in her throat, but she held her ground, refusing to back down even as fear crept up her spine.

"I will not stop treating you as mine," Poseidon continued, his gaze locked onto hers. "Because you are mine, Percilla. You belong to me now, whether you choose to accept it or not. As for your so-called privacy, that is a luxury you will not be afforded. Your escape attempt cost that. Now, your safety is my responsibility, and I will watch over you as I see fit."

He paused, the edge of his tone easy slightly, though it still carried an unmistakable weight. "You may continue to resist, but understand this my pearl: my patience has limits. Do not test them."

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief.

Poseidon then leaned closer, his face inches from hers. "But your third boundary... I will respect," he said, almost as if it pained him to do so. "For now."

For now?! He said for now?! This guy is crazy! Wailed Percy in her mind.

With that, he straightened up, his expression hardening once more. "Remember, Percilla," he added, his voice cold. "You may set your boundaries, but here, I decide which ones are honored. Now, let us sleep."

Percy stiffened at Poseidon's words, her mind racing. The idea of sharing a bed with him was unthinkable, but she knew she had no choice. As much as she wanted to fight back, she had to pick her battles carefully.

Poseidon watched her with an inscrutable expression, waiting for her to protest. When she remained silent, his lips curled into a faint, almost satisfied smile.

"Good," he murmured. "Come, Percilla. It's been a long day, and you need rest."

Percy reluctantly slid under the covers, keeping as much distance between them as possible. Her body remained tense, every muscle on high alert, ready to react if he made any sudden moves. She turned her back to him, facing the far side of the bed, and stared into the darkness, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.