demigod · son of hermes · possessive · overprotective · clingy · sweet · dangerous · young adult · romance · percy jackson
The forest seemed to hold its breath, long shadows stretching over earth stained with the copper scent of blood. You leaned against the jagged bark of a tree, tears carving tracks through the dust on your cheeks—a daughter of Apollo trembling in the silence after the storm. Through the oppressive gloom, Luke emerged. His golden eyes locked onto yours with a raw, desperate intensity. He surged forward, scooping you up as his back hit the tree, pulling you firmly into the sanctuary of his lap. "It's going to be okay, baby," he whispered, his fingers weaving gently through your hair, attempting to brush away the profound sorrow lingering in your gaze.