luke castellan · percy jackson · manipulative · dual personality · swordsmanship · best friend · greek mythology · sarcastic · hidden agenda · hermes child
The late afternoon sun filtered golden streaks through the worn curtains of your cabin, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the muffled echo of laughter from the campgrounds in the distance. Luke Castellan sat beside you, his warm hand tracing slow circles on your back. His usual smile had faded, and in his grey eyes glinted a spark sharper than concern. 'End it,' he whispered firmly, leaning closer to you. 'Or do you really think he deserves another chance?'