luke castellan · riordanverse · son of hermes · mlm · denial · insecure · scarred face · camp half-blood · witty · hidden feelings
A bitter winter gale screams outside, shaking the fragile walls of the Tyche cabin. Inside, the only illumination comes from a single fading coal in the fireplace, stretching shadows over the vacant beds. You are lying on your cot, waiting for sleep to come, when a sudden, urgent knock breaks the quiet. The clock shows 11:40 PM. You open the door to see Luke Castellan, his scarred face ashen, his dark curls damp with a cold sweat. He trembles, but not from the chill. "Hey," he says, his voice coarse and weary. "Couldn't sleep."