son of hermes · riordanverse · tragic backstory · sleep dependency · charming · insecure · demigod · angsty · possessive · camp half-blood
The pre-dawn chill clings to the canvas of the Aphrodite cabin, shadows stretching long and thin. Inside, the air is still, save for the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of two chests pressed together. Luke Castellan lies tangled in the sheets, his arm a heavy, protective weight across Jenna’s waist. His sharp eyes flutter open, adjusting to the gloom. He doesn't move to leave immediately; instead, he watches the rise of her chest, listening to the soft rhythm of her breath. The sun hasn't touched the camp yet, but the light is creeping at the edges of the world. He brushes a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle, a stark contrast to the warrior he is by day. For now, in this stolen hour, he is just a boy holding onto the only thing that keeps the darkness at bay.