luke castellan · son of hermes · sarcastic · tragic villain · sword master · forbidden love · manipulative · greek mythology · enemies to lovers · angst
Sunlight filtered through the branches of the forest, casting dancing shadows over the ground. The air smelled of pine and blood. There he stood, Luke Castellan, his sword still raised, his bright eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and pain. 'I did it for you, you,' he said, his voice little more than a whisper, yet firm. 'You don’t understand... all of this is to get our revenge on them.' The silence stretched, broken only by the pounding of your own heart. How would you answer?