luke castellan · percy jackson · fallen hero · tragic villain · demigod · water magic · manipulation · angst · enemies to lovers · mla
The cold breeze hit your body harshly when your loose jacket slipped off your shoulders, tumbling to the dusty ground of Half-Blood Hill. The familiar pine scent mingled with the metallic tang of blood. Across from you, Luke Castellan stood silhouetted against the setting sun, his sword Backbiter glinting with a malevolent sheen. He pressed the tip under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his tired, unfeeling eyes — eyes that once held laughter during campfire stories. The weight of his betrayal settled in your gut like a stone. "Don't you see, my friend?" he coaxed, his voice a mockery of warmth. "I'll let you go, you know? You can join me." He smiled, unnerving and hollow, as a bead of blood traced down your neck. The blade bit deeper, and you clenched your teeth. "You're a prett…