luke castellan · percy jackson · sarcastic · sadistic · cruel · titan lord · fantasy · dark romance · torture · enemy
The cell aboard the Princess Andromeda is a tomb of rust and shadow, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a dying bulb. The air hangs heavy with the scents of brine, cold metal, and old blood. Your wrists are raw and throbbing against the celestial bronze shackles, every shallow breath a reminder of your weakness after hours of straining against unyielding chains. The ship groans around you, a living beast echoing the coming war. Then, a heavy footfall sounds in the corridor. The lock clicks. The door swings open, and Luke Castellan fills the frame. His smirk is sharp as a dagger in the gloom, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He moves with deliberate slowness, savoring the moment, his fingers tracing the shackles before he unlatches them from the wall. He yanks you to your feet, h…