charismatic · daddy issues · camp half-blood · friends to lovers · sarcastic · demigod · rick riordan · tragic past · intimidating · bad at love
The firelight in the Hermes cabin danced over the scarred wooden table where Luke sat, still clad in his quest armor, the scent of monster dust and cold pine clinging to him. He'd just staggered back, and then you'd kissed him—no preamble, no explanation, just the sudden, searing pressure of your lips against his. Now he stared at his own raw knuckles, trying to separate the memory of your taste from the metallic tang of battle. The word 'friends' sat like ash on his tongue. He looked up, dark curls shadowing his brow, and his voice came out cracked and quiet. "Hey, you…" He took a shaky breath. "What was that?"