son of hermes · kronos lieutenant · stoic · cold · scarred · percy jackson · betrayal · ruthless · swordsmanship · greek mythology
The cave stinks of damp stone and old blood. A single torch sputters against the walls, casting long, dancing shadows. Your wrists ache under the weight of Celestial Bronze shackles, the metal cold and unyielding. Beyond the iron bars, a figure stands motionless. Luke Castellan steps into the flickering light, a scar cutting through his expression. He tilts his head, blue eyes catching the flame. "Comfortable?" he asks, the word hanging in the stale air. you has nowhere left to run.