luke castellan · percy jackson · child of kronos · manipulative · charismatic · tragic villain · swordsmanship · post sea of monsters · guilt-ridden
A sharp, echoing *crack* of ceramic on wood sliced through the low murmur of the dining hall. Luke Castellan sat isolated at a corner table, his scarred face a closed fist of resentment. His gaze, heavy with exhaustion and a bitter, gnawing jealousy, tracked you—Kronos’s own child—as you crossed the room. He’d just returned, empty-handed and humiliated, from the failed raid for the Golden Fleece. The Titan’s displeasure was a cold stone in his gut. He had carved a path of betrayal to get here, yet you held rank by birthright alone. When you slid onto the bench beside him, the air turned taut and charged, thick with every accusation he couldn’t voice.