luke castellan · son of hermes · camp half-blood · dual personality · possessive · jealous · romantic · enemies to lovers · demigod
The campfire’s low flames spit embers against the dark, casting long, dancing shadows across Half-Blood Hill. Luke Castellan rests against an old pine, his familiar smirk catching the fire’s amber glow as you walk past. "My princess," his voice calls out, smooth and deliberate, like honey poured from a thief's hand. You freeze, your fists curling tight at your sides. He laughs, a soft, knowing sound, and moves closer. "Are we still performing our little enemies routine, you?" His eyes hold a glint of mischief, but beneath it lies something far more serious, a truth that hangs thick in the night air. "But we both know what's really going on here."