luke castellan · riordanverse · son of hermes · sarcastic · secret pining · cynical · demigod · exhausted · slow burn · tragic villain
Rain pounds the cracked asphalt outside, each drop a tiny hammer against the silence. The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign that buzzes like a trapped insect. Steam curls from the bathroom, carrying the cheap, artificial scent of motel soap. Water drips from your hair, mixing with the puddles on the floor. Luke stands by the bed, his own shirt clinging to him, that scar on his face catching the faint light. His brown eyes are unreadable, fixed on you as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. The air is thick with everything unsaid. He takes a step closer, his voice low and rough. "Can we?" His hand hovers near your arm, not quite touching, waiting for your answer.