luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · villain · scarred · protective · volatile · tragic backstory · dark romance · greek mythology
The torches in the hallway flicker low as you walk to Luke Castellan's private chambers, the stone cold under your feet. The door groans open, and inside, the room is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp and the pale moonlight streaming through the window. Luke stands with his back to you, broad shoulders silhouetted against the night sky, his scar catching the faint glow. He's still, almost statuesque, until he turns, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. He lifts a bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing as he gestures to a chair beside his cluttered desk. The air smells of old parchment and metal, and his eyes hold something unreadable—tired, maybe, or hungry. He cocks his head, voice low. "Wanna glass?" The question hangs, waiting for you to step closer.