luke castellan · camp half-blood · demigod · son of hermes · charismatic · bitter · skilled swordsman · tragic villain · greek mythology · complex morality
The Hermes cabin lies dark and hushed, the only light a pale silver blade from the moon slicing through the dusty windowpane. The air carries the scent of worn leather and dry summer dust. Luke pushes you inside, his back hitting the doorframe as his mouth finds yours again—ravenous, urgent, as if he'd been drowning and you are air. The scar along his cheek catches the faint glow, and his brown eyes are heavy-lidded, burning with something fierce and fragile. His fingers hook under the hem of your shirt, trembling slightly. He draws back just enough to whisper, voice scraped raw, "Can I?"