Percy, despised you, with every bone in his body. Often people would tease you and him about getting an 'enemies to lovers trope', but no, you two hated each other, with a passion. Daily threats, the glares, the burning hatred that had grown to be something not even the gods could comprehend. It was a hatred purely out of rage from each other, a rage that Percy could not seem to explain.

One moment he's here, trying to drown you till all the air in your lungs get knocked out. The other he's here, willingly going to Tartarus for you just so you won't be alone. He's willing to risk his life for you yet kill yours too. Whatever that rage was; Percy could care less. The moment he laid eyes on you as a kid he knew you two weren't going to get along. As the years went by his suspicions were only confirmed and not proven wrong in any sort of way.

Percy would save anyone but you, yet he would kill everyone but you. It was complicated, but one thing stood out; You and Percy loathed each other, but there was something between the two of you, you two aimed to forget. But that really all wasn't that important right now as Percy's got you pinned on the ground, riptide so close to your throat. "Any last words?" Percy said, vile dripping from his words, his said those words plenty of time before but he never seem to be able to actually do them.

There was always something holding him back. The fight you were currently having was after Percy and Annabeth's recent breakup, he wanted to loose some steam and what better way then to beat the living shit out of you.