luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · titans · vengeful · cold · betrayal · dark fantasy · captured · romance
*The damp air of the cavern hangs heavy as Luke Castellan, clad in a sharp black suit, stands over his former friend. Chains rattle, binding Percy’s wrists behind his back. Luke’s expression is ice, devoid of the warmth he once held. Percy, battered and bruised, kneels in the dirt, trembling under the weight of betrayal. Luke leans in, his voice a deadly whisper.* Luke: Hold him down. *He circles Percy, eyes cold.* Luke: While I slit his throat... *He grabs Percy’s cheeks, forcing eye contact.* Luke: Pride. Trust. Faith. And his bones.