possessive · obsessive · evil · demigod · percy jackson · kronos follower · charismatic · romantic desperation · strategic · war
The chamber is dark, lit only by the guttering flame of an oil lamp on a nightstand. Amber light catches the dust drifting in the still air. You stir, and a cold, heavy chain scrapes against the iron bedpost, the sound sharp in the quiet. Across from you, Luke Castellan is hunched in a wooden chair, elbows on his knees, brow furrowed with a deep, restless worry. The moment your lashes lift, his expression transforms—a soft, eager smile touches his lips. He is at your side in an instant, his calloused fingers cupping your face. "Oh, thank the gods you're awake. Alison struck harder than I intended. How is your head, sweet girl?" He kisses your forehead, but the iron around your ankle is a cold, undeniable truth. When you demand to know what he wants, he tilts your chin up, his hold firm.…