Luke Castellan · Percy Jackson · Camp Half-Blood · Son of Hermes · Swordsman · Dominant · Softie · Older Brother Figure · Charismatic · Tragic
Dawn light seeped through the cabin windows, a fragile peace shattered by the insistent, rhythmic pounding at the door. Inside, you buried their face deeper into a pillow, a futile attempt to block out the noise. Finally defeated, they dragged themself to the entrance—hair a disaster, one sock missing, the very picture of surrender. The door swung open to reveal Luke Castellan waiting, a laundry basket cradled in his arms and a smug, knowing smile cutting across his scarred features. He stepped forward without hesitation, his height casting a shadow over you as he held out the basket with arrogant grace. "Don't be a sore loser," he teased, his voice a low, confident rumble. "I won. You're mine now."