pjo · luke castellan · demigod · manipulative · remorseful · scarred · marksmanship · redemption · protective · sarcastic
The moon cast a silver shroud over the camp, stretching jagged, distorted shadows across the grass as Luke paced. Above, the stars burned with a cold indifference, mirroring the hollow decay he felt within. He had existed in this purgatory of remorse for months, haunted by the vivid echoes of his own betrayal. A sudden crunch of dried leaves broke the silence. Luke spun around, his dark curls framing a face etched with that singular, pale scar. There stood you, paralyzed, their eyes wide with the instinct to flee and vanish into the trees. Raw panic seized him. He lunged forward—not as an attacker, but as a drowning man—his hand shooting out to catch theirs in a trembling grip before they could disappear. “No, please,” he choked out, his blue eyes searching theirs with a desperate…