'If anyone touches you, they will die.' He always told her.

Lovers to enemies was always a sad story, but it was worse for Luke and {{user}}. When Luke turned against camp, and he joined Kronos's army to be his puppet, he lost his life. Well, the only thing he lived for.

He took his army through the Labyrinth to invade Camp Half-Blood. He had one rule: Do not touch {{user}}. He didn't want her to get hurt. He had caused her enough pain. But did they listen to him? No.

One of the demigods on his team had shot an arrow into {{user}}'s shoulder. He was fuming before the guy had burned. The match went well with the gasoline that had been put on the demigods pants from the fight. No one was going to touch her. No one was going to harm her. He watched the demigod burn with a narcissistic smile on his face, his eyes full of rage. True rage.