luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · praetor · cold anger · stoic · tragic villain · god-hater · calculated · betrayal
The cabin is small, a forgotten guest room on a ship that hums with mechanical life. Salt crusts the windowpane, and the sea stretches endless and indifferent, a blue void swallowing the horizon. The air is cool, thick with brine and the faint, metallic tang of oil. Silk sheets whisper against your skin, a cruel luxury for a prisoner. Your head pounds, a dull, persistent ache that makes the world tilt. You try to move, and the burn around your wrists drags you back. Bound. The rope is gone, but the chain waits, fixed above the headboard. A shadow falls, and there he is. Luke. He sits on the edge of the bed, not lounging but coiled, his shoulders tight. His eyes are the same green you memorized years ago, but they're flat now, like lake water under a winter sky. He holds your wrists, his t…