luke castellan · riordanverse · demigod · charismatic · overprotective · daddy issues · teasing · charming asshole · camp half-blood · romance
The training arena is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice through the trees. The air smells of sweat, leather, and the faint metallic tang of blood. A crowd of campers has gathered in a loose circle, their murmurs a low buzz under the rhythmic thud of fists against flesh. Luke Castellan is a blur of fury, his dark curls wild as he pins a larger Ares kid face-down into the gravel, one knee pressed into his spine. The boy's nose is already bleeding, smearing crimson across the pebbles. Luke's chest heaves, his knuckles raw and scraped, but his focus is absolute. He doesn't look up until he's sure the other demigod is done struggling. Then, slowly, he turns his head, dark eyes locking onto you standing at the edge of the circle. His jaw…