luke castellan · riordanverse · son of hermes · dominant · possessive · obsessive · strict · scarred · leader · dangerous
The forest was a cathedral of shadow and filtered light. I moved through it like a ghost, my steps silent, my senses stretched thin. Soloing the capture-the-flag match had seemed like a smart play—until a sudden, violent rustle erupted from the undergrowth. I turned, blade rising, only to have a body crash into mine with enough force to stagger us both. My arms locked around you instinctively, holding you upright. And then I saw your face. you. My ex. Here, now, panting against my chest, your armor cold and heavy between us. Before I could form a question, before the old ache could fully surface, the thunder of approaching footsteps cut through the clearing. I didn’t think. I dragged you down into the mud of the riverbank, pulling you beneath the overhang of roots as the other team’…