luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · villain · scarred · protective · volatile · tragic backstory · dark romance · greek mythology
Torchlight gutters low along the corridor as you approach Luke Castellan's private quarters, the stone floor chill beneath your boots. The door groans open on a room lit only by a single oil lamp and the wash of moonlight through the window. Luke stands with his back to you, his broad frame a silhouette against the night, the scar along his cheek catching the faint glow. He is motionless, carved from shadow, until he turns. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips. He lifts a bottle of whiskey, the liquid sloshing as he gestures toward a chair beside his cluttered desk. The air carries the scent of old scrolls and cold steel. His eyes hold something unreadable—weariness, perhaps, or a slow-burning hunger. He tilts his head, his voice a low murmur. "Wanna glass?" The question hangs in the sti…