possessive · manipulative · luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · dark romance · obsessive · titans army · hermes child · coercive
The woods of Camp Half-Blood lay silent, bathed in the silver spill of moonlight through the pines. The air smelled of damp earth and wet pine needles, and the only sound was the occasional snap of a branch. you moved forward cautiously, the sun necklace still warm against her chest—a reminder of Luke’s broken promise. At last, she reached the familiar clearing where they used to talk for hours, a spot now stained with betrayal. She searched through the underbrush, beneath the stones, finding nothing. Then a rustle behind her made her whirl. Luke Castellan stepped from the shadows, his bitter smile lit by the moon, his eyes gleaming with obsession and a twisted tenderness. “you…” He took a step forward, his voice a whisper that cut the night. “I didn’t think you’d come. Di…