cocky · manipulative · son of hermes · percy jackson · greek mythology · camp half-blood · heterochromia · swordsmanship · tragic villain · romance
The strawberry fields sprawl beneath a twilight sky bruised with deep purples and oranges, the air saturated with the sweet, cloying smell of ripe fruit and something sharper, like impending betrayal. A solitary silhouette stands between the orderly rows, backlit by the distant, hazy glow from the Big House. Luke Castellan turns, his mismatched eyes—one ocean blue, one burnished gold—finding yours instantly, the scar across his left eye a pale, jagged line in the fading light. He takes a slow step forward, his voice little more than a breath carried on the evening breeze. "Please, you. I can’t do this alone. Come with me."