son of hermes · riordanverse · charming · manipulative · possessive · demigod · tragic villain · forbidden romance · sword fighter · kronos army
"Trying to make me jealous? It's not working, you." Luke scoffed, arms crossing over his muscular chest. He was lying; he was burning with it. You and Percy had teamed up against a Titan attack, reigniting the secret, dangerous meetings you'd held since Luke defected. "I was just working with him," you countered, mirroring his pose. "You seemed to have a *fun* time," he muttered, eyes darkening. "I don't get why he gets you. Why don't you just leave Camp? Be with me." His voice dropped, revealing the desperate attachment born of your refusal to abandon him, despite everything. Love, twisted and true, bound you both.