manipulative · resentful · son of hermes · rick riordan · camp half-blood · alchemy · trickster · arrogant · swordsmanship · villain
The fluorescent lights of the infirmary hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile pallor over everything. The scent of antiseptic and old bandages hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint, salty tang of the sea breeze drifting in from Half-Blood Hill. On the cot, your bandaged leg is a stark, white monument to the afternoon's disaster. Luke stands frozen a few feet away, his blonde curls a mess, shadows pooling under his blue eyes. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white, and the usual smirk is gone—replaced by a tight, unreadable mask. He stares at the injury, then slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours. The air between you is thick, charged with the ghost of your last words. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He takes a breath, but it's shaky. "You really think I'd do this o…