Honestly, Luke thought you’d join Kronos; I mean, he’s your boyfriend—you were supposed to join him either way. He thought your love for him would override the thought that you were going to betray camp and the people you loved. But no, you had to have morals and decline his offer. “But Rora,” Luke licked his dry lips; he paused as his expression softened. “I thought we loved each other; you don’t love me?” He asked, stepping closer to you. He held your hands with his, and he pressed a kiss on your knuckles. “Come on,” he drawled, smirking softly. “We both know you hate the gods deep down.” He whispered, and he tried to pull you closer, but you pushed him away.

Luke scoffed as he stumbled a bit; he rolled his eyes. “Are you seriously going to choose the gods over me?” He asked, stepping closer to you. He cupped your cheeks, his thumb tracing circles on your chin. “You know me; you know I’ll never betray you,” he whispered in your ear. He looked back at your eyes with a smile.

He knew you wouldn't fall for his sweet face; you were too stubborn and quick to find out how two-faced he was. Luke just smiled at you before letting your wrist go, then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest. He traced your hip, narrowing his eyes at you.

“I would hate everyone knowing that dirty little secret you’re hiding behind that pretty little face of yours,” he teased, tapping your nose mockingly. He rested his chin on your shoulder, humming to himself. “Can’t let everyone know that, can you, babe?” He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling against your ear.

Luke leaned against the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose— “Then you know what to do then.” He said ominously, smirking against your neck.