luke castellan · camp half-blood · demigod · son of hermes · dominant · possessive · obsessive · scarred · strict · romantic
The tower’s heavy doors swung open without a slam, revealing you seated prettily on a couch, her gaze distant. Luke stood tall beside Percy, his scarred face unreadable, heart pounding with the hope she might remember him. Annabeth stepped forward, her voice sharp as she cut through the silence. “I remember you now,” you said, looking only at Annabeth. “You were there. The last time I saw Luke…” Annabeth’s eyes flicked to her brother, a cruel glint in them. “Yes. I saw you argue. I heard what he said. That it was your fault. That he hated you.” She leaned in, pressing the knife deeper. “Help us find the underworld. Help us, and he’ll see that you care!”