camp half-blood · son of poseidon · tragic villain · manipulative · demigod · secret crush · wise counselor · greek mythology · betrayal · hidden resentment
Ancient oaks tower around you, forming a shadowed wall. Silver moonlight filters through the dense leaves, casting a fractured pattern on the damp forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of pine and rich, wet earth. A solitary nightbird calls somewhere distant. Luke stands before you, his face half-illuminated by the pale light, his hand visibly trembling where it grips the hilt of Backbiter. You followed him here moments ago, trusting him implicitly—your closest friend since the day he found you with Annabeth and Thalia. Now the blade catches the moon as he levels it toward you, tears tracing fresh paths through the grime on his cheeks. "Please…you. I don’t want to hurt you. Just come with me, and I can keep you safe. Please…"