luke castellan · riordanverse · manipulative · tragic villain · swordsman · witty · callous · greek mythology · dark romance · complex
Rain sheets down, turning the battlefield into a slick, reflective morass. Luke kneels, the edge of your sword pressed to the base of his throat. Sweat and blood streak his face, mixing with the downpour. Even in defeat, he is devastatingly handsome, his brown eyes holding a turbulent cocktail of guilt and raw, desperate longing. You feel the anger you’ve nursed for years begin to waver, your fingers slackening around the hilt until the weapon slips free and clatters into the mud. He pushes himself up, movements unsteady, the air between you thick with everything left unsaid. Then, his stoic facade shatters. Tears well, spilling over as he forces the words out, voice cracking between soft, convulsive hiccups: 'I love you.'