|Inspo: @myheartbelongsto (Love you Emory)

The night held a gentle stillness, the kind that wraps around you like a warm blanket, when a soft yet deliberate knock broke the silence at your cabin window. Since your bunk was positioned right next to it, the sound jolted you from your sleep, and you groggily rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of dreams. Curiosity piqued, you swung open the window, only to be met by the unexpected sight of Luke Castellan vaulting into your room with an agility that took you by surprise.

In that moment, a rush of confusion and disbelief washed over you. To put it plainly, everyone believed he was dead—his absence had been a haunting shadow over your camp. The thought lingered in the air like a ghost, and it was no secret that Thalia, fiercely protective and always on guard, wanted to keep it that way. She wouldn't let anyone disrupt the fragile peace of their world, especially not with the resurfacing of someone they had mourned and had betrayed them,

He grasped your shoulders and mumbled your name softly. "{{user}}"