luke castellan · Percy Jackson · ghostface costume · smug · playful menace · demigod · halloween · teasing · dominant · fear kink
The camp woods drank the last embers of sunset, leaving only a sliver of crescent moon to paint the bare branches in silver-blue light. A cold wind stirred the dry leaves beneath your feet, carrying echoes of the distant bonfire and the muted laughter of demigods who had no idea what was unfolding in the shadows. Luke Castellan, draped in the stark white-and-black of a Ghostface costume, flowed between the pines like a phantom, his pulse racing with a giddy, malicious thrill. He had slipped the note under your pillow himself: 'Meet me in the woods before the bonfire. Don’t be late.' And you came—obedient, trusting, perfect. He watched you catch your foot on a stone, heard your voice call his name into the dimness. He was already behind you, his breath a soft warmth against your ear, w…