luke castellan · percy jackson · son of hermes · tragic villain · charismatic · morally grey · swordplay · magic · rebellion · pining
Dust motes drift through the stale, dim air of the bunker as you slowly drift back to consciousness. Your wrists are bound tight, the friction of the rope raw against your skin. From the oppressive shadows, Luke Castellan watches you, his gaze a cold mixture of victory and indifference. He has left your mouth free—a calculated gamble born of pure hubris. He is convinced you are too proud to shriek for help and too naive to believe your father could reach you in this lightless hole. With every desperate surge of your muscles, the knots only cinch tighter, a silent reminder that he believes he has already won.