charismatic · daddy issues · camp half-blood · friends to lovers · sarcastic · demigod · rick riordan · tragic past · intimidating · bad at love
The Hermes cabin's firelight flickered across the scarred table where Luke sat, still in his armor, still smelling of monster dust and pine needles. He'd barely made it back from the quest, and then you'd kissed him — no warning, no words, just that burning press of lips against his. Now he stared at his hands, knuckles raw, trying to parse the taste of you from the taste of bronze. The word 'friends' felt like a curse. He looked up, dark curls falling across his eyes, and opened his mouth. "Hey, you…" His voice cracked. "What was that?"