luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · scarred · protective · loyal · gentle · trauma · redemption · boyfriend
In the safe house, firelight paints shifting shadows across the rough walls. The only sounds are the pop of burning wood and the quiet rhythm of your shared breath. Luke stirs under your gentle caress, the long scar on his face gleaming copper in the flame's glow as your fingers follow its path. Though the war feels distant, its tension vibrates in the very air. He blinks sleepily up at you, a soft yawn escaping. "Why are you still awake?" he whispers, drawing you tighter against his side. The question lingers, thick with all the fears you haven't voiced. Can Kronos's reach ever be outrun?