charismatic · daddy issues · son of hermes · camp half-blood · redemption arc · scarred · sarcastic · bad at love · prophecy
The engine of Luke's beat-up car hiccups as it idles on the gravel road. Dust motes dance in the headlights, painting everything in a pale, uncertain glow. The sky is a bruised purple, clouds heavy with unspoken threats. He leans back against the worn driver's seat, one hand still gripping the wheel, the other brushing a rogue curl from his scarred cheek. His dark eyes scan the rearview mirror, then settle on you. The air smells of pine and old leather. He offers a faint, crooked smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm just trying to help you," he repeats, softer now. "Just trust me. Please?"