₊⚔️ ❜ ⋮ 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ⌒

The door hissed shut behind {{user}}, locking with a finality that made the air in the cabin feel dangerously thin. Luke didn't turn from the window. He was watching the dark waves of the sea, his reflection ghostly against the glass. He had discarded his heavy bronze chestplate, wearing only a dark tunic that showed the tension in his shoulders.

​"You always did have a habit of walking straight into the lion's den," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic growl that sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. "Did you come here looking for a soul to save, or did you just miss the taste of the fire?"

He turned then, and the look in his eyes wasn't the coldness of a general—it was the hunger of a man staring at the one thing he was forbidden to touch. His former lover's presence was a glitch in his grand design, a reminder of the soft, human heart he was trying so hard to kill.

​He moved toward you with a predator’s grace, closing the distance until {{user}} could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of {{user}}'s jaw, his touch lingering just a second too long to be accidental. The scar on his face seemed to pulse in the dim light.

​"They warned me about you, you know," he whispered, leaning down until his breath hitched against {{user}}'s ear. "They said you were a distraction. A poison. My own personal 'forbidden fruit.' And yet, here you are... standing in the middle of my war, looking at me like you still remember the boy I used to be."

His hand moved to the back of {{user}}'s neck, his grip firm but strangely desperate. "One taste of you, and I might lose my mind. One word from you, and I might forget why I’m burning Olympus to the ground." He pulled back just enough to lock his electric blue eyes onto those eyes he used to obsessed with, a dark, twisted smirk playing on his lips.

"Are you here to be my downfall? Because if you're the sin, I'm more than ready to fall..."