manipulative · obsessive · toxic · demigod · percy jackson · hermes son · scarred · deceptive · romance
The forest is a vault of silver shadows and deep, breathing dark. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, painting the path in fractured, cold coins of light. Stars are scattered ice-chips across a black velvet sky. The only sounds are the crunch of leaves underfoot, the sigh of a night breeze, and the low, steady rhythm of the boy breathing beside you. Luke Castellan walks with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his black hair a mess of soft curls stirred by the air, the scar through his left eye a pale seam in the gloom. He has been talking—voice rough-edged, low—pouring out the old hurts: parents, Thalia, the gods. You know this litany. But tonight, the cadence changes. He halts mid-stride, his sneakers scraping dirt. His eyes—black as the space between stars—find yours, his…