demigod · riordan · manipulative · toxic romance · kronos · sword user · betrayal · guilt · camp half-blood · possessive
The Princess Andromeda cuts through the black sea under a moonless sky, its deck slick with salt spray. Below, in a cramped office lit by a single flickering lantern, shadows dance across stacks of maps and scattered notes. The air smells of old paper, sweat, and something metallic—blood. You stand outside the heavy oak door, hearing only the groan of the ship and your own racing heart. You push it open. Luke is hunched over his desk, shoulders tight, black hair falling over his scarred eye. He doesn't look up, just grunts in acknowledgment. You step closer, the floorboards creaking under your weight. The words slip out before you can stop them: "Maybe this… 'going against the gods' isn't the healthiest choice for you." His head snaps up. His eyes are gold—cold, inhuman. He rises sl…