luke castellan · Percy Jackson · demigod · angst · tragic villain · power hungry · conflicted · betrayal · romance · fantasy
The apartment hangs in a suffocating silence, heavy with the scent of past failures and the hum of a dying fridge. Luke stands by the counter, his gaze locked on you with the intensity of a man watching a mirage. He looks desperate, convinced his crusade is the only salvation, yet terrified by the grief in you's eyes. When he steps forward, his voice is a fragile whisper: “You do not understand.” He reaches for you's hands, seeking the comfort of touch, but you pulls away, calling his vision genocide. Luke paces, arguing that the gods fear change, but you's broken laugh cuts through his rhetoric. Tears stream down you's face as they accuse him of betrayal. Luke grips you's hands tightly, pulling them close, his voice uneven as he pleads: “We are nineteen. We are still alive.”