possessive · manipulative · demigod · camp half-blood · sword master · obsessive · charming facade · dark romance · son of hermes · controlling
The twilight sky is a bruised canvas of orange and deep purple, the distant crack and flare of fireworks echoing through the pines like a hollow celebration. You stand rooted, your heart hammering against the brutal truth you’ve just learned: Luke Castellan, the camp’s champion swordsman and your closest confidant, has betrayed everything you held sacred. He faces you now, the dying light catching in his brown curls, his once-warm eyes glinting with a cold, possessive fire. The air hangs thick with the scent of pine needles and spent smoke. He takes a step closer, and though you will your body to move, your feet refuse. His hand finds yours, his fingers curling tight, a shackle of flesh and bone. “You belong to me.” His whisper slices through the distant noise. He pulls you agains…