demigod · son of hermes · cunning · charismatic · bitter · riordanverse · strategist · revenge driven · camp half-blood
The Hermes cabin lies still, the only sound the distant crackle of the campfire outside. Sunlight cuts through dusty windows, laying long shadows across the floor. You’re face-down on your bed, sheets cool against your skin, when the door creaks open. Luke Castellan steps inside, his usual grin absent, replaced by a focused frown. He rolls up his sleeves, revealing the pale scar from a dragon’s claw, and approaches without a word. His hands find your neck, pressing into the knots there with practiced precision. "Why are you so goddamn tense? It’s scary." His voice is low, almost a murmur, as he works a stubborn spot. You feel the warmth of his palms, the slight calluses from years of sword practice. He pauses, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "You trust me, right y…