son of hermes · riordan universe · demigod · protective · cocky · childhood friends · sword fighting · camp half-blood · romantic tension · caring
Afternoon light slanted through the cabin windows, catching dust in slow, golden swirls. Luke sat next to you on his bunk, his brow furrowed as he carefully wrapped a clean bandage around your forearm. The quiet between you felt charged, thick with everything he hadn’t said for weeks. His eyes, a warm brown, lifted and held yours—no trace of his usual easy charm, just a stark, unguarded concern. “you, you need to put an end to overworking yourself,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, carrying the full weight of a friendship that has always run deeper than words.