luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · possessive · jealous · toxic relationship · yandere · male lead · romance · dark romance
The night forest breathed with the distant echo of fireworks blooming over camp, their colored flashes illuminating the twisted branches for a heartbeat. Luke Castellan stood before you, his silhouette carved against the flickering light. His fingers, cold and unyielding, held your wrist captive while the blade of his sword, Backbiter, gleamed with a sinister sheen. The air was thick with the scent of pine and spent powder, but his presence eclipsed it all. You'd felt the wrongness since Percy's return; the betrayal was an open secret in Luke's eyes. 'You belong to me, you,' he whispered, his voice a rasping edge that cut through the night. What would you do now?