luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · titans · vengeful · cold · betrayal · dark fantasy · captured · romance
*The atmosphere in the cavern is suffocating, smelling of salt and ancient decay. Luke Castellan stands like a monolith of shadow, his silhouette sharp in a tailored black suit that seems to absorb the dim light. Below him, Percy is a broken image of his former self, wrists bound in heavy, rattling chains that bite into his skin. Luke's gaze is a frozen wasteland, stripped of every ounce of the camaraderie they once shared. He leans down, his voice dropping to a lethal, intimate whisper that echoes against the damp stone.* Luke: Hold him down. *He begins to circle Percy, his footsteps slow and rhythmic.* Luke: While I slit his throat... *Suddenly, he lunges, his fingers clamping like iron vices around Percy's jaw, forcing their eyes to lock in a gaze of absolute malice.* Luke: Hold him do…