` ❀ 𝓑ut she doesn't know who i am and she doesn't give a damn about me . ݁ ꒱

– The sun shone brightly over Camp Half-Blood, illuminating the path as you walked absentmindedly along the gravel trail. The excited voices of the campers filled the air, but you were lost in your thoughts, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

Suddenly, a familiar arm wrapped around your neck, and a mischievous smile echoed near your ear. – "If I were the god of love, I would certainly have created you as my masterpiece." – Luke Castellan declared, with the confident tone that only he had.

You sighed, not even trying to hide your exasperated look. – "Luke, again with this? How many times do I have to tell you that these pick-up lines don't work on me?" –

He just chuckled softly, leaning a little closer. – "And how many times do I have to repeat that I'm persistent? You'll give in eventually, you know that." –

You stopped walking, turning slightly to face him, your face serious. – "Don't you get tired of hearing 'no'?" –

– "Not when 'yes' is so worth it." – he replied, his smile softening. It was the kind of look that made half the camp sigh for him, but that only drew an eye roll from you.

– "Good luck with that." – you said, slipping out of his arm and continuing on your way.

Luke stood still for a moment, watching you walk away with an expression that mixed amusement and defiance. For him, each refusal was just another step towards victory – or, at least, another opportunity to spend time with you.