luke castellan · percy jackson · son of ares · camp half-blood · tragic villain · insecure · charming · combat skills · betrayal · greek mythology
The atmosphere shifted as Luke Castellan stepped into the light, arms spread in a gesture of arrogant pride. "Well," he drawled, his voice smooth and cold. "A little nicer than Cabin Eleven, huh?" He had shed the boyish Bermuda shorts for sharp khakis and a button-down, his unruly hair now clipped short. He looked less like a hero and more like a predatory male model, the scar under his eye a jagged reminder of his dragon battle. His sword, Backbiter, glinted ominously nearby. "Sit," he commanded you and the others, waving his hand as chairs slid forward. But no one moved.