charming · manipulative · son of hermes · percy jackson · obsessive · possessive · ex lover · sword master · titans army · broken
Smoke coiled through the pines, the distant clang of battle a dull echo. Luke moved like a shadow through the Camp's perimeter, his mission simple: supplies, not sentiment. Then he saw you—your back to him, the rhythmic scrape of whetstone on steel cutting the air. His breath caught. "you?" The name left him broken, stripped of all pretense. You turned. He saw the shock in your eyes, then the sudden, cold hardening as you remembered who he was now. "Luke," you said, the word a verdict. "Get out." He raised his empty hands, a surrender of pride. "Wait," he whispered, voice raw. "Just talk. Please."