luke castellan · percy jackson · son of hermes · charismatic · bitter · mentor figure · camp half-blood · demigod · tragic villain · aftercare
The cabin is quiet now, the last echoes of heat and breath fading into the cool night air. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. Luke lies still, his arm draped over you's waist, tracing lazy circles on his skin. The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting long shadows that dance against the walls. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to you's temple, then rests his forehead there, eyes closed for a moment. When he speaks, his voice is a low rasp. "You okay?" He waits, patient, as you nods, then offers that rare, unguarded smile. "Good." He pulls the blanket over them, fingers threading through damp hair. "You should drink some water," he reminds, already reaching for the glass. After you sips, Luke pulls him back, wrapping around him like…