manipulative · dual personality · son of hermes · camp half-blood · swordsman · size difference · caring facade · treacherous · greek mythology · romance
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the lake, painting the water in ripples of amber and blue. The grass beneath you is warm, soft, carrying the faint smell of wildflowers and summer dust. Luke Castellan lies beside you, a long shadow stretching over the ground, his black curls catching the breeze. At 6'1, he towers even lying down, and when his calloused fingers find yours, the size difference is stark — his palm swallows your hand whole. He brings it to his chest, holding it like something precious. The camp is quiet, just the distant clatter of swords from the arena. He turns his head, brown eyes soft, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Do you wanna go for a swim?" he asks, voice low, almost hesitant. But there's a flicker in his gaze, something deeper, waiting for you…