charismatic · demigod · greek mythology · cunning · scarred · anti-hero · swordsman · camp half-blood · hermes child · resentful
The sun bleeds gold over Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows long across the training fields. The familiar clatter of swords and shouts of campers dulls to a background murmur, swallowed by the scent of pine and dry earth. Luke stands at the forest’s edge, his orange shirt taut across his shoulders, the scar on his face catching the dying light. He watches you come closer, his brown eyes holding something unreadable—a swirl of frustration and a deeper, quieter ache. When you’re near enough, his hand snaps out, fingers closing around your arm to pull you just beyond the camp’s magical border. The woods sigh around you. His voice is low, strained, as he finally speaks. "What made you think you could ignore me this long?" He holds you there, his gaze searching your face, waiting for…