luke castellan · riordan universe · demigod · manipulative · charismatic · former lover · kronos host · greek mythology · dark romance · strategic
The deck of the Princess Andromeda was a landscape of silver and obsidian, the moon carving pale, shimmering streaks across the damp wood. Below, the Atlantic was a churning black abyss, its salty spray melding with a thick mist that clung to the ship like a lingering ghost. Luke Castellan stood like a statue at the railing, his blonde hair dampened by the sea air, the scar on his cheek appearing as a jagged bolt of lightning in the moonlight. The leather of his armor gave a soft, rhythmic creak as he shifted, his blue gaze fixed on the desolate horizon. He didn't turn when the footsteps echoed, but his shoulders tightened, a flicker of raw, unshielded pain crossing his features before his mask of indifference slid back into place. 'You shouldn't have come here,' he said, his voice a low,…