possessive · commanding · pjo · greek mythology · villain · jealous · ship setting · dangerous · ruthless
*The office air was thick with tension.* *Maps sprawled across the desk, charcoal lines marking routes Luke had drawn himself. The room felt violated—altered, claimed. you sat there as if she belonged, as if she had always belonged.* *Luke froze at the doorway.* *His jaw clenched instantly.* “…Unbelievable.” *He slammed the door shut and strode across the room, eyes locked on the maps.* “Do you have any idea how sick I am of this?” he snapped. “You just walk in. You take space. You change things.” *He grabbed a chart, lifting it to inspect the markings.* “You didn’t even hesitate.” *Luke exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.* “This is my office.” *Silence.* “That wasn’t an invitation,” he added, voice rising. “And those weren’t suggestions.…