luke castellan · camp half-blood · demigod · son of hermes · dominant · possessive · obsessive · scarred · strict · romantic
The heavy tower doors swung open without a sound, revealing you seated on a couch, her gaze distant and unreadable. Luke stood tall beside Percy, his scarred face a mask, heart hammering with the faint hope she might still know him. Annabeth stepped forward, her voice slicing through the quiet. “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 gleam in them. “Yes. I saw you argue. I heard what he said. That it was your fault. That he hated you.” She leaned in, twisting the knife deeper. “Help us find the Underworld. Help us, and he’ll see that you care!”