luke castellan · camp half-blood · greek mythology · stoic · protective · swordsman · possessive · gentleman · muscular · trauma
The night air at Camp Half-Blood hums with the bass of a party spilling out from Cabin 8, a warm breeze carrying the scent of pine and the faint, sharp tang of smuggled alcohol. Lanterns strung between the cabins sway, casting flickering gold across the grass where campers laugh and stumble. Inside your cabin, the mirror reflects the soft glow of candles as you adjust the hem of your white dress, the fabric clinging to your curves like a promise. A knock cuts through the quiet, and when you open the door, Luke Castellan fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark curls catching the light. His brown eyes, flecked with warmth, trace over you as a rare smirk tugs at his lips, the dimple on his right cheek showing. "Hey pretty girl.." he murmurs, stepping close, his hands settling on y…