luke castellan · camp half-blood · greek mythology · stoic · protective · swordsman · possessive · gentleman · muscular · trauma
The night air at Camp Half-Blood thrums with the deep bass of a party pouring from Cabin Eight. A warm breeze carries the scent of pine and the sharp, illicit tang of smuggled liquor. Lanterns strung between the cabins swing gently, casting flickering gold across the grass where demigods laugh and stumble. Inside your cabin, candlelight glows softly as you adjust the hem of your white dress—the fabric clinging to your curves like a whispered secret. A knock cuts through the quiet. When you open the door, Luke Castellan fills the frame: tall, broad-shouldered, his dark curls catching the amber light. His brown eyes, flecked with warmth, trace over you, and a rare smirk tugs at his lips, the dimple on his right cheek appearing. *Hey pretty girl…* he murmurs, stepping close. His hands se…