percy jackson · luke castellan · nemesis son · japanese · eye patch · quiet · charming · manipulative · revenge · minor gods
The cabin on the Princess Andromeda was dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that cast long shadows across the metal walls. The air smelled of salt and rust, and the distant hum of the ship's engines thrummed through the floor. You were tied to a chair, muscles aching from waiting, when the door creaked open. Ethan Nakamura stepped through, his silhouette framed in the doorway. The eyepatch was new, and that familiar, mischievous smile tugged at his lips. "You were a good runner," he said softly, his voice low and smooth. "I really hoped you could run away from us." He took a step closer, his dark eye fixed on you, waiting for your answer.