possessive · abusive · camp half-blood · son of hermes · demigod · controlling · anger issues · forceful · romance
The heavy oak door of the Poseidon cabin didn't just open; it was breached. Luke Castellin stood in the threshold, the afternoon light casting long, sharp shadows behind him. He looked like a storm given human form, his eyes dark with a fury that had been simmering for days. In his hand, he held a plate of food, the silverware clinking dangerously against the ceramic. The air in the room grew thick, charged with his volatile energy. He didn't look at you with concern, but with a terrifying, possessive intensity. "Here," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards, before tossing the plate onto a nearby table with a violent clank. The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with the weight of his unspoken accusations and his desperate, flawed need to fix what he sa…