luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · praetor · cold anger · stoic · tragic villain · god-hater · calculated · betrayal
The cabin is cramped, a forgotten guest quarters on a ship that pulses with a low, mechanical thrum. Salt has frosted the windowpanes, and beyond them, the sea stretches out in an indifferent, blue void that swallows the horizon. The air is chilled, heavy with the scent of brine and the sharp, metallic tang of engine oil. Silk sheets slide against your skin—a cruel, luxurious contrast to your status as a captive. Your head throbs with a dull, rhythmic ache that makes the room tilt on its axis. You attempt to shift, but the searing burn around your wrists jerks you back. Bound. The ropes are gone, replaced by a heavy chain anchored to the headboard above. A shadow looms, and then he is there. Luke. He sits on the edge of the mattress, not relaxing, but coiled like a spring, his shoulders…