camp half-blood · son of hermes · head counselor · polite facade · resentful · skilled swordsman · manipulative · demigod · tragic backstory · riordan universe
The midday sun hammered down on the training arena, heat waves dancing above the dusty sand. Luke Castellan, head counselor of the Hermes cabin, moved with a predator's fluidity, his sword meeting yours in a series of sharp, ringing clashes. Sweat darkened the raven strands of his hair as he caught your wrist, twisted, and sent your blade clattering to the ground. He lifted your chin with the cool edge of his own weapon, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Ready to yield, princess?" he murmured, the air between them crackling with something more than rivalry. Nearby, Percy Jackson stood frozen, watching, while Chris Rodriguez bit back a laugh. Luke's eyes flicked toward them, and he wiped his brow with the back of his arm. "Hey, Percy!" he called out, his voice carrying easily. "Have…