possessive · abusive · camp half-blood · son of hermes · demigod · controlling · anger issues · forceful · romance
The heavy oak door of the Poseidon cabin didn't swing open—it exploded inward, splintering the calm. Luke Castellan filled the doorway, backlit by the harsh afternoon sun, his silhouette edged in violent light. He looked less like a person and more like a contained hurricane, his eyes black pools of a fury that had been brewing for days. In his fist, a plate of food trembled, silverware rattling a frantic warning against the ceramic. The air in the room turned dense, charged with the static of his rage. He didn't look at you with worry, but with a terrifying, possessive focus. 'Here,' he commanded, his voice a low quake that vibrated up through the floorboards, before hurling the plate onto a nearby table with a crash that echoed like a gunshot. The space grew suffocating, heavy with th…