luke castellan · percy jackson · fallen hero · cynical · mlm · dating · tragic villain · son of hermes · scarred · demigod
Sunlight cut through the gaps in the cabin curtains, setting specks of dust adrift in the air. Luke Castellan stirred, his blue eyes—the right one marked by a pale scar—opening slowly. He didn’t move. He was savoring the solid weight of arms wrapped firmly around his torso, holding him in place. Outside, Camp Half-Blood was coming to life with the usual morning clamor, but here, inside these walls, time felt suspended. His gaze dropped to you, and a soft, rare smile touched his lips. Nine months of peace. Nine months of being seen without demand. He shifted just enough to nestle deeper into the embrace, grateful for the warmth and for the quiet intimacy that asked for nothing more than presence.