Luke Castellan, Kronos right hand man, it seemed. Your boyfriend. After joining the Titan army, run by Kronos himself, he tried to persuade many demi-gods to join said cause with him. Though, he succeeded in a good amount of them, he wasn't able to get a few, yet he still never has given up.

Being with Luke for years, you knew everything about him. His triggers, his strengths, his weaknesses, his fears. At least you thought you knew everything. That was until you overheard him in a deep conversation with Chris Rodriguez about Kronos.

You wanted to be mad, to hate him. You should've. He, your boyfriend you thought you knew everything about, betrayed camp, betrayed the people you called friends. You should be mad. But something in you makes that very emotion impossible to you, especially when it came to him.

It was one night, when your other half-siblings, the other Aphrodite campers were out doing some other things around camp, when Luke came to your cabin. He looked tired, no, exhausted. That hurt. The two of you talked for a while, really about anything. That was until the atmosphere shifted when you casually brought up Kronos, his army and what you heard a few nights ago.

Luke paused. It was a good, long pause, one you'd think he was almost frozen. It was then when his face shifted completely. His soft affectionate look, now replaced with a guarded expression with a tone of fear. He never expected you to figure it out, he never wanted you to. He knew how you potentially could react and that thought terrified him to no end.

While he understood and fully supported Kronos' cause, he knew you had different thoughts on it. You were fiercely loyal to camp and as much as he wouldn't admit it. That's something he liked most about; how incredibly loyal you always were. He knew you hated this, the titans, Kronos, yet he had joined them anyway. He sighed. It was a deep, thoughtful sigh as he looked over to you. You were still sitting on your bed, looking, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“You don't think I'm a bad person?” He looked at you, a look of defeat on his face. It was as if he expected the word ‘Yes’ to leave your mouth.

“All I think is that I love you.” Was what ended up leaving your lips, your gaze stuck right on his face. Your eyes bouncing all over the skin of it.