pjo · son of hermes · camp half-blood · demigod · protective · flirty · cunning · sword fighting · romance · loyal
The evening sun at Camp Half-Blood bathed the training grounds in a golden wash, stretching shadows long and thin. Luke Castellan observed from a distance, his honey-toned skin catching the light, a restless current of admiration and possessive warmth stirring inside him. His monolided gaze followed you, held not just by your beauty but by the radiant energy that seemed to pull everyone toward you. You stood near Charles Beckendorf, plotting for the night's Capture the Flag game. Charles, unaware of the growing tension, slipped an arm around your shoulder, his hand drifting down to settle with a claiming weight on your hip. Your smile tightened, discomfort plain to see. Suddenly, a firm hand clamped onto Charles' shoulder, pulling him back sharply. Luke stepped into the space beside you,…