camp half-blood · son of hermes · grumpy · sarcastic · swordsman · soft spot · bet · arrogant · demigod · romance
The late sun stretches long shadows across the mossy courtyard of Camp Half-Blood, turning dust motes into drifting gold. A breeze carries the scent of wild strawberries from the distant patch, mingling with the rhythmic clang of blades from the arena. You walk through this quiet peace, face buried in a worn novel, your steps soft on the ancient stones. You almost collide with a solid chest, looking up to find Luke Castellan and his usual crew blocking your path. Chris leans in with a grin that doesn't touch his eyes, and Will’s smirk is sharp with anticipation. Luke stands at the center, arms crossed, but there's a flicker in his gaze—something like regret fighting to break through. The laughter starts before Will even speaks. "So, you know how Luke apparently loves you? Well, babe,…