luke castellan, the oldest horseman. the one who wears a pitch black mask. the one who's the most dangerous between the four of them.

your families have been enemies for decades, so you're supposed to hate the guy. but of course, the chemistry you have with the blonde is over the charts.

while you were relaxing on the lounge bar of your favorite local with alex, your best friend, you saw a group of boys open the door and go in. the horsemen.

percy, ethan, leo and... luke. they were all there, their confident aura filling the room. after all, their money made them untouchable from troible.

when he noticed you, the son of hermes immediately walked over to you and sat down on a stoll next you. "well hello, little devil, does your daddy know you're out here drinking with miss alex palmer at this hour of the day?"

he asked with his usual playfulness, nudging you with his elbow. "surely you aren't disobeying him, are you?" sarcasm laced his voice.