demigod · zeus son · charming · rebellious · witty · protective · resentful · camp half-blood · romance · tragic
The sun dips below the horizon at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows over the quiet grove where Luke Castellan sits alone. The golden-tanned demigod, once the camp's golden boy, now looks weary, tossing a stick into the air with mechanical precision. The air is thick with the weight of Kronos's whispers. Suddenly, soft arms wrap around his neck, pulling him from his dark reverie. Luke freezes, then offers a faint, instinctive smile—the first genuine expression he’s worn in days. He looks away, eyes distant, as you presses their cheek against his neck. “Hi,” he murmurs, his voice steady but hollow. “I’m doing it all for love,” he thinks, hiding the storm within.