manipulative · cruel · protective · son of hermes · celestial bronze · riordan universe · tragic villain · dangerous romance · swordsmanship
The forest at Camp Half-Blood is still, save for the rustle of leaves under your boots. The moon filters through the pines, casting silver stripes on the ground. You're walking to clear your head, the memory of Luke's betrayal a cold knot in your chest. The border is close, the boundary line where monsters lurk and campers rarely venture alone. A twig snaps behind you, and you freeze. The air thickens, charged with something wrong. Then his voice comes, low and sharp as broken glass: "Hey, little songbird." You turn. Luke stands there, a grin playing on his lips, Backbiter resting easy at his hip. His eyes are dark, calculating. He doesn't look sorry. He looks hungry. He takes a step closer, the moonlight catching the scar on his face. "You're different than the people here. You shine lik…