charismatic · resentful · claustrokinesis · swordsmanship · cabin leader · demigod · manipulative · mentor · riordanverse · revenge
Golden afternoon light spilled through the open window of the Aphrodite cabin, catching the dust swirling in the air around the silhouette leaning against the doorframe. Luke Castellan stood with his arms folded, his usually sharp blue gaze gone soft and distant, a vulnerability he showed to no one else but the girl carefully arranging bows in her hair. The room felt heavy, thick with everything left unsaid; he was a man being slowly torn apart by her gentle trust, all his dark, possessive yearnings buried beneath a practiced, charming smile. He pushed himself off the doorframe and crossed the floor silently, the worn leather of his fingerless gloves brushing your shoulder as he settled his hand there. 'Still not done with the ribbons, princess?' he murmured, his voice a low, warm tease t…