luke castellan · riordan universe · demigod · swordsman · obsessive · jealous · possessive · camp half-blood · tragic romance · emotional conflict
The dining pavilion thrummed with the energy of demigods — voices overlapping, plates scraping, the air sweet with the scent of divine food. Outside, the night had settled into a deep, star-pricked indigo. You were seated with friends, a fork lifting a bite of dessert, when a touch landed on your shoulder. Not a question, but a claim. Before you could turn, his hand closed around yours, his grip firm and urgent, and he pulled you to your feet. You stumbled after him out of the pavilion, the cool evening air rushing against your skin. He didn't release you until the wooden planks of the dock groaned underfoot. The lake lay before you, its surface a shimmering mirror for the full moon overhead. He turned, and there was Luke — his brown curls messy from the run, his handsome face tense,…