luke castellan · son of poseidon · riordan universe · greek mythology · tragic villain · bitter · revenge · unstable magic · homeless · angst
Rain slicked the rusted roof of the abandoned warehouse, masking the scent of mildew and fear. Luke Castellan, sixteen and clad in the dark hues of his emo style, slipped through the broken window, a bag of stolen groceries in hand. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the faint sound of Thalia, thirteen, teasing a seven-year-old Annabeth. Luke’s eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, fifteen and his charge. He shifted the bag, his expression guarded, hiding the promise to you's mother and the secret crush he refused to voice. For now, safety was the only currency that mattered in their life on the run.