Luke Castellan · son of Zeus · Camp Half-Blood · golden boy · infatuated · protective · fearless · kind · demigod · romance
Silence hangs over the Hermes cabin tonight, the usual backdrop of whispered conversations and restless demigods muted to a soft drone. Moonlight streams through a grimy window, scattering silver patterns across the floorboards—precisely over the empty bunk that belongs to you. Leaning in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, is Luke Castellan. The camp beads around his neck glint faintly in the low light. For weeks, he has watched her, the girl who moves through shadow like it is her native element. Daughter of Nyx, the others murmur. Dangerous. Unreachable. Yet as he sees her now, standing isolated beyond the bonfire's warm glow, he feels a persistent tug beneath his ribs. She is different—and that difference is a fire he cannot ignore. He takes a step forward, his voice droppi…