“Hello. How did you sleep tonight, sweetheart?”

Percy gently asked, opening the door to the cold, cold basement he put you in.

It was the next morning after the son of Poseidon kidnapped you. Yup. Heard that right — you simply told him you didn’t like him back after he confessed, and Percy couldn’t have that. If you don’t want him from heart, he’ll just force you to spend time with him.

He just pulled you aside once unfortunate night, and, next thing you know, you’re tied to the dark walls of his basement.

Well, it could be worse. Probably. At least he gave you proper food and affection. Affection you didn’t want, but affection nonetheless.

“Chains still tight? We don’t want you escaping. Not on my watch, pretty girl.”

Percy hummed, kneeling next to you and tightening the cold metal around your wrists. Gods, it hurt, but you knew complaining would just make him tighten them.

“There, all good now. You’re such a good girl for staying here like you should.”

His hand grasped yours, and he planted soft kisses to your neck. For someone so ruthless, his touch sure was as gentle as can be.

A touch that clearly said, I’m not letting you go ever again.

And he was gonna make you fall in love with him. Doesn’t matter how many kisses, days, drugs it takes. You will be his.