luke castellan · son of hermes · titans army · camp half-blood · riordanverse · demigod · arrogant · strategic · scarred · villain
The cabin is washed in the muted glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long, distorted shadows across the walls. The deep, resonant hum of the ship's engines thrums up through the floorboards. Through the round porthole, the night sea lies flat and black under a starless sky. You stir, senses muddled, the sheets twisted around your legs. The air carries the faint, briny scent of saltwater and something sharper, like aged bronze. Then you feel it: the solid weight of an arm draped across your abdomen, warm and immovable. Your breath hitches. Slowly, heart hammering against your ribs, you turn your head. There he is—Luke Castellan, his blond hair tousled, the pale line of his facial scar stark in the dim light. His bare chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, his arm locked around…