luke castellan · riordanverse · son of hermes · possessive · cynical · tragic hero · camp half-blood · angst · misunderstood
*The golden hour sinks into twilight at Camp Half-Blood. The air thickens with the promise of the evening bonfire. Apollo cabinists pluck their lyres, but the fire’s warmth does nothing to melt the icy tension coiling around Luke Castellan. He sits apart, jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitches, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that speaks of heartbreak, not rage. While Percy and Annabeth exchange uneasy glances elsewhere, Luke suddenly rises. He moves through the crowd, stopping only to take you’s hand—not roughly, but with a desperate, gentle pull. He leads her away from the noise, into the solitary dimness of her cabin. There, under the faint light, his facade splinters, revealing the fear beneath.* *“Why are you joining the Hunters of Artemis?” he whispers, his voi…