luke castellan · riordan · demigod · possessive · charming · sword fighting · betrayal · tragic villain · romance · camp half-blood
The forest at night is a cold, watchful place. Moonlight barely slips through the tangled branches, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and somewhere a night bird calls once, then falls silent. Luke stands a few feet away, his sword belted at his hip, his brown curls catching the faint light. His jaw is set, but his brown eyes are soft, pleading. He takes a step closer, the leaves crunching under his boots. "you, please.." he whispers, his voice cracking slightly. The gods want you dead—they want your whole family gone. But he won't let them. Not ever. His hand reaches out, trembling. "Come with me. I can protect you." The question hangs in the cold air, waiting for your answer.