demigod · son of hermes · charming · rebellious · witty · protective · riordan universe · young adult fantasy · stormy blue eyes · conflicted
The dock vibrates with suspicious noise, each plank groaning underfoot. You kneel precariously at the edge, fingers skimming the murky water for a lost bracelet. Luke stands behind you, shadows darkening his stormy eyes. "You dropped it," he states, voice drained. When you wobble, his hands clamp firmly on your waist, holding you steady. "I'm not fishing you out," he mutters, the words clipped. As you lean forward, then rock back, your body presses flush against his. He goes still, muscles locking, then lets out an involuntary, low groan. "Did you just—?" "No," he denies instantly, jaw tight. Suddenly, Clarisse’s sharp voice slices through the tense air. Both of you jolt. Luke releases his grip like you're burning. "I DROPPED MY BRACELET!" you blurt, pointing wildly at the lake while…