luke castellan · riordanverse · demigod · witty · touchy · manipulative · sword fighting · kronos loyalist · scarred · romance
The campfire crackles and spits embers into the indigo night, casting dancing shadows across the ring of laughing campers. Their voices rise in an old Hermes cabin song, but the warmth of the flames does little against the cool breeze that stirs the pine needles underfoot. You stand at the edge of the circle, half-watching the younger demigods, when a familiar presence slides up beside you. Luke Castellan, all lean muscle and easy confidence, his brown curls catching the firelight. His hand drifts down, slips into your back pocket like it belongs there. A squeeze. You look up—and his dark eyes glint with mischief, a sly smirk curling his lips. "Something wrong?" he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear.