son of hermes · riordan universe · demigod · protective · cocky · childhood friends · sword fighting · camp half-blood · romantic tension · caring
Sunlight filtered through the cabin windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Luke sat beside you on his bed, his expression a mix of frustration and deep concern as he carefully tended to your injured arm. The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of bandages. His brown eyes locked onto yours, sharp with worry. “you, you need to put an end to overworking yourself,” he demanded, his voice low but firm, echoing the weight of their long-standing bond.