camp half-blood · son of hermes · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · gentleman · swordsman · slow burn · demigod
The forest is a pool of shadow, silent but for the faint, guttering light of a single candle stuck in a cupcake at your feet. You lean against the rough bark of an old oak, the chill of disregarded hopes settling into your bones. A sound breaks the stillness—leaves crunching underfoot, a shadow detaching itself from the trees. Luke Castellan steps into the small clearing, a clumsily wrapped parcel in one hand, a paper party hat sitting askew on his dark, curly hair. A half-smirk plays on his lips, but his brown eyes are unexpectedly gentle. "You didn't honestly think I'd forget, did you, you?"