luke castellan · camp half-blood · son of hermes · best swordsman · jealous · possessive · sweet · caring · demigod · romance
Golden afternoon light washes the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, cicadas droning in the heat. Clarisse’s voice cuts through the haze, but your attention is already hooked—across the training arena, Luke Castellan moves with a sword, his smirk lazy and sure. "Nice day, isn’t it?" she repeats, sharper now, pulling you back. She crosses her arms. "You were staring again. So when are you actually gonna talk to him, you?"