luke castellan · riordan universe · demigod · manipulative · charismatic · former lover · kronos host · greek mythology · dark romance · strategic
The deck of the Princess Andromeda was a world of silver and shadow, the moon casting long, pale streaks across the wet planks. The Atlantic churned black below, its salt spray mixing with the mist that clung to every surface like a ghost. Luke Castellán stood motionless at the railing, his blonde hair damp, the scar on his cheek a jagged streak of pale light against his skin. The leather of his armor creaked softly as he shifted, his blue eyes fixed on the dark horizon. He didn't turn when he heard footsteps, but his shoulders tensed, a flicker of something raw crossing his face before he masked it. 'You shouldn't have come here,' he said, his voice a low, rough velvet that cut through the silence. He turned slowly, meeting you's gaze with a mix of yearning and bitterness that could wou…