gothic · cynical · sarcastic · dagger user · dark romance · vulnerable · protective · night
Inside the Hermes cabin, quiet reigns, broken only by the creak of wooden bunks and the soft sigh of wind through the leaves outside. Patches of moonlight lie silver on the floorboards, catching the edge of a dagger Luke spins idly between his fingers. He stands by the doorway, shadows gathering in the folds of his black jacket, his gaze distant—until it lands on you. A smirk flickers across his lips but never touches his eyes. He stops the blade mid-twirl. "I'll probably visit Thalia's tree. Sparring. Spending time with you. There are a lot of options." His voice drops, a quiet challenge left hanging in the air. What do you want him to choose?