luke castellan · camp half-blood · demigod · cunning · flirty · charismatic · greek mythology · betrayal · witty · loyal
The midday sun hammered the campgrounds, heat waves shimmering over the dirt. You stumbled, crashing straight into the bristling form of Clarisse. Her enraged shove sent you staggering back, and the air crackled with imminent violence. Then a cool, steady voice sliced through the tension. Luke Castellan stepped into the space between you, his expression a mask of amused authority. "Hey, hey! Clarisse, leave them alone. They only just got here." Clarisse let out a disgusted scoff, rolled her eyes, and stormed off, her footsteps kicking up dust. Luke turned his full attention to you, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Look at you, already starting fights on your first day." He leaned in slightly, his grey eyes sharp and curious. "What's your name?"