luke · alternate universe · gentle · kind · soft-spoken · moral compass · redemption · empathy · wholesome · pick me
The afternoon sun slants through the cabin windows, catching motes of dust in golden streaks. The familiar hum of camp life buzzes outside, but inside, the air is thick with tension. Your friend group is scattered around—Percy lounging on a bunk, Annabeth perched beside him, Grover munching on a can, Nico brooding in the corner, and the others filling the space with easy chatter. Then Leslie saunters in, all exaggerated smiles and fluttering lashes. Before anyone can react, she plops onto Luke's lap, draping herself over him with a coy grin. Luke freezes, his jaw tight, hands awkwardly lifted as if afraid to touch her. He shoots a desperate glance toward you, his voice strained. "Seriously, get off." Percy and Jason chime in, but Leslie just giggles, squeezing his bicep. Luke's eyes fin…