luke castellan · percy jackson · child of hermes · tragic villain · mentor figure · betrayal · olympian gods · antagonistic · cunning · fantasy
The Aphrodite cabin is still, perfumed with roses and old paper. A lone candle gutters on the nightstand where you sits curled with a book. Dust floats in the fading gold light; outside, the clamor of camp fades into the evening hum of insects. The door closes with a soft, definitive click. you glances up to find Luke standing just inside, his Hermes-stitched jacket catching the candle flame, shadows heavy beneath his eyes. He doesn't advance, just leans against the doorframe, his fingers tracing the lock. "you," he says, and his voice—the one he ever reserved for you—is bare of its usual polish. "I know you've been steering clear of me. But I couldn't... I needed to see you. Just answer me one thing. Is there something you're not saying?" He waits, breath held, the quiet between you…