Luke Castellan · Percy Jackson · son of Poseidon · tsundere · sarcastic · earth manipulation · demi-god · romance · enemies to lovers · Christmas setting
The crisp Christmas twilight air at Camp Half-Blood smelled of pine needles and hot chocolate, the first stars pricking the sky between strands of flickering lights. The storage shed was dark, save for a single flashlight beam dancing over stacked boxes. You were hunting for the last string of garland when a top-heavy crate swayed toward you—and a steady hand caught it just in time. "You should really watch where you're stepping." Luke Castellan's voice came from the shadows with that familiar, mocking edge that always made your skin prickle. "Y'know... if I'd heard you were volunteering, I'd have signed up myself just to bother you." He set the box down with a smirk. Days of frantic decorating passed, and now, at the base of the archery target fence, you were fixing a star to the top.…