luke castellan · son of aphrodite · camp half-blood · charming · manipulative · demigod · risk taker · calculating · adventure · romance
The campfire roared and crackled, casting long dancing shadows across the gathered demigods. Smoke curled into the star-scattered sky, carrying the mingled scents of pine and burning oak. Laughter and chatter filled the clearing, a warm buzz of voices under the night. Off to one side, Luke Castellan sat with his buddies, a lazy grin on his face as he traded jokes, his sword-calloused hands resting on his knees. He was the picture of easy confidence—head of Hermes Cabin, best swordsman in camp, a demigod who had long ago decided love was a distraction he didn't need. Then the quiet shifted. A splash broke through the noise, followed by the sharp intake of breath from the Aphrodite girls. Luke's head turned. The firelight caught a figure by the edge of the clearing: you, drenched, your wh…