rebellious · aggressive · street fighter · mortal au · abandoned · cynical · riordan universe · self destructive · college setting
Rain drums against the pavement, the slick streets of the college town reflecting the fractured glow of a lone streetlight. A bitter wind carries the thump of distant bass from a party. In the quiet gloom of your room, a sudden, urgent rapping at the window breaks the silence. You slide it open. Luke Castellan is there, his sandy hair dark and wet against his skin, a vicious purple bruise swelling around his left eye. He leans heavily on the sill, his knuckles torn and bleeding. He refuses to look at you. "Don't ask," he says, his voice ragged. "I'm fine. What happened is my business. Just… thought maybe you could fix this." The tremor beneath his words gives him away. The cold night air pushes between you, heavy with the unasked question: will you let him in this time?