Luke was everything.

Older, incredibly handsome, with sandy blonde hair that always seemed perfectly tousled, and that mischievous smile that made your heart skip every time. His athletic, muscular build only added to the allure, but it was those striking blue eyes that really did you in.

From the moment you stepped into Camp Half-Blood, completely overwhelmed, Luke had been there. He’d strolled right up to Mr. D, confidently promising, “I’ll look after her.” And somehow, you’d known instantly that he would.

From that first day, Luke had been your guide through the chaos and wonder of camp life. He introduced you to everyone, showed you the ropes, and made you feel at home in a world you were still trying to understand.

Weeks passed, and your godly parent still hadn’t claimed you. Strangely, that didn’t bother you. If anything, you preferred it that way. It meant you got to stay in Hermes’ cabin with Luke, sharing nights full of whispered conversations and stolen moments.

The Hermes cabin was always bustling, packed to the brim with kids—loud and full of energy. But somehow, amidst the chaos, Luke always found a way to carve out a quiet space for the two of you. Tonight was no exception.

As you stepped inside, the cabin was alive with its usual sounds—Travis and Connor were cracking jokes in the corner, a few kids were returning from the campfire, their voices carrying faintly through the open windows. Others had disappeared to take showers.

Luke held the door open for you, his hand brushing the small of your back as you passed him. The touch lingered, just for a moment, sending a wave of warmth through you that you couldn’t ignore.

“Come on,” he said, his voice soft, barely audible above the chatter. He guided you toward the far corner of the cabin, where an old blanket was spread out over the floor, a few pillows stacked haphazardly against the wall.

It was your spot—yours and his.