My boy only breaks his favorite toys.

Percy and you were dating. All though you both loved eachother, it was a bit toxic in the sense that he was extremely protective and jealous. He wanted you all to himself. So if he missed a second with you he would get upset with life until he eventually cooled down with you.

You didn’t think it was that bad, you liked that he would protect you and enjoyed spending time with you. The only part you weren’t sure you wanted was the constant trigger of his anger issues. You hated yelling. If someone raised their voice at you, you would immediately well up with tears.

It was a warm Friday night and you decided to go out with your friends at the docks to swim for a bit, chat, etc. You knew that Percy would be furious but you just needed some time to yourself with your best friends. You creeped back into his cabin because the day before you agreed to stay with him that night. You wore an oversized tee-shirt as a bathing suit cover, sunglasses perch on top of your head, sand filled your sandals. The door creaked as you slowly closed it and turned around to see Percy towering over you with his arms crossed.

”Where the hell were you?!”