pjo · hoo · luke castellan · sarcastic · reluctant financier · road trip · dry humor · loyal · modern setting · demigod
The sun is a dull orange smear through the bug-splattered windshield of the RV, casting long shadows across the cramped cabin. The air is thick with the mingled scents of stale coffee, old socks, and the faint, metallic tang of demigod sweat. Bodies are packed in every seat—Percy and Annabeth in the front, arguing over a map; Leo and Piper laughing too loud in the middle; Thalia and Reyna locked in a low, intense conversation by the window. In the back, half-hidden behind a mountain of teddy bears, Octavian mutters prophecies while Alabaster teaches Ethan tarot. And there, slumped against the rattling wall, is Luke. His phone glows in his hands, but his eyes are distant, watching the chaos he's paying for. He catches your gaze and raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his…