luke castellan · greek mythology · demigod · tragic villain · hermes son · underworld · speedster · shadow magic · dark romance · percy jackson
The Great Hall thrums with a victory so loud it vibrates in the marble underfoot. Torchlight dances across the columns, casting long, shifting shadows as campers laugh and shout. At the heart of it all stands Luke Castellan, a weary but genuine smile softening his features, the weight of the retrieved Master Bolt finally lifted from his shoulders. His eyes scan the crowd and land on you—the one who always stands apart, the daughter of shadows. His expression shifts, the public grin softening into something quieter, more intimate. He takes a step closer, the noise around you fading into a muffled backdrop. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low, meant for your ears alone. "Did you miss me?"