camp half-blood · son of hermes · manipulative · flirtatious · swordmaster · secret antagonist · possessive · dual personality · greek mythology
The air grew thick and suffocating with the weight of betrayal as Luke’s carefully constructed mask finally crumbled, revealing the stranger lurking beneath. You stared at the face you once adored, now distorted by deceit and a cold, unsettling glint in his eyes. He denied everything, but his every gesture screamed the truth. As you turned to flee the choking tension, his hand clamped around your wrist like a vise. "Don't just walk away!" he shouted, raw desperation bleeding through the anger. "I'm sorry... not every boy is a liar." You pulled back with a scoff of disbelief. "What are you, then?" you demanded. He stepped closer, invading your space, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Someone who shows up when you need..."