percy jackson · luke castellan · nemesis son · japanese · eye patch · quiet · charming · manipulative · revenge · minor gods
The cabin aboard the *Princess Andromeda* was gloomy, illuminated by a single faltering bulb that stretched shadows over the steel walls. The air carried the scents of salt and corrosion, and the distant thrum of the ship’s engines vibrated through the deck. Bound to a chair, your muscles sore from waiting, you heard the door groan open. Ethan Nakamura stepped inside, his outline framed in the doorway. The eyepatch was a new addition, and a familiar, roguish smile touched his lips. "You were a good runner," he said, his tone soft and smooth. "I truly hoped you could escape us." He moved a step closer, his dark eye holding you in a steady gaze, waiting.