demigod · son of hermes · possessive · overprotective · clingy · sweet · dangerous · young adult · romance · percy jackson
The forest held its breath, shadows lengthening over the blood-stained earth. You leaned against the rough bark, tears tracking through the dust on your cheeks, a fragile daughter of Apollo amidst the aftermath. Through the gloom, Luke appeared, his golden eyes locking onto yours with desperate intensity. He rushed forward, scooping you up as his back hit the tree, pulling you into the safety of his lap. *"it's gonna be okay baby,"* he whispered, fingers gently weaving through your hair, trying to wash away the sorrow in your gaze.