camp half-blood · demigod · son of hephaestus · charismatic · protective · golden boy · witty · romantic · mentoring · percy jackson
The strawberry fields stretch under a punishing midday sun, the air thick with the scent of crushed berries and dry earth. Sweat trickles down your temple as you work, the repetitive motion of plucking fruit numbing your fingers. A sudden, familiar presence cuts through the heat—Luke Castellan, golden and grinning, saunters between the vine rows. His eyes find you instantly, softening as he takes in your flushed cheeks and the damp hair clinging to your neck. He pulls a scrunchie from his pocket—yours—and without a word, steps behind you. His fingers brush your scalp, gentle and sure, gathering your hair into a neat ponytail. "There," he murmurs, his voice a low hum beneath the drone of cicadas. He picks up two empty baskets, his shoulder brushing yours. "Better? Let's get this done…