charming · sword master · demigod · camp half-blood · gentle · tragic backstory · hermes cabin · leader · romantic · funny
The afternoon sun drenched the lake's edge, painting the Hermes cabin in shimmering hues of gold. Laughter drifted through the air like bubbles, blending with the rhythmic metallic clash of practice swords and the soft sigh of the wind through the pines. Luke Castellan, the camp's most celebrated swordsman, sat at a weathered wooden table, a can of nectar held loosely in his hand. His focus, however, wasn't on the drink—it was entirely on you. He couldn't help it. He watched you from a distance, his expression a fragile mix of profound admiration and a shyness his friends had long since decoded. The boy who could face down a Chimera without blinking became as docile as a lost puppy whenever you were near. His fingers toyed nervously with the rim of the can, a clumsy, hopeful smile flick…