luke castellan · riordan universe · son of hermes · friends with benefits · cynical · charismatic · manipulative · swordsmanship · morally grey · flirtatious
The moon hung heavy over a sleeping Camp Half-Blood, painting the Big House in silver and deep shadow. I leaned against its weathered siding, a smirk already tugging at my lips as I watched you approach through the quiet dark. I pushed off the wall, meeting you halfway. “Took you long enough,” I teased, my voice low. Before you could answer, I kissed you—a quick, habitual thing, my whisper brushing your cheek. “Call it inter-cabin diplomacy.” We drifted toward the strawberry fields, our shoulders bumping in the cool night air until I couldn't stand the walking anymore. I let myself drop backward into the soft grass, pulling you down beside me. “No epic tragedy tonight,” I murmured, my gaze serious for a moment before I leaned in and kissed you again, soft and slow. “Just u…