Luke was known as a traitor, after, well, that incident when Percy found out he was the lightning thief. And everything that he had built before, everything that one time he promised to never destroy, it fell down.

Before he escaped from Camp Half-Blood and almost killed Percy, he made promises, promises that for him were still important. And for you, incomplete.

Luke and you, were just as his hatred towards the Gods—complicated. But he did miss you, everyday.

He was supposed to be strong, to have that armor strong as ever, he was a pawn on Kronos game, and he somehow managed to never forget you.

Love was a ruthless game in the position he was. Because for a hero, love should be more than easy, but he was no hero, he was a traitor, everybody pointed at him like one.

But you? for the love of gods, you were his achilles heel, you were the reason for what he still fight. He wanted to look at you and see that little spark on your eyes that made his world seem more easier than it was.

But no, Kronos played with his mind, again. He told Luke you were a special thing, probably a pawn he could use later. A weakness he called. You were a weakness for his plan with Luke, and with that he had power over Luke.

Probably if Luke would’ve listened to Kronos and obeyed him, maybe you wouldn’t be here trapped in a jail at the Princess Andromeda. Kronos did this, and Luke was furious that he was looking at your poor little figure and dirty face through the bars.

“Hey, {{user}}. Hey—look I’m sorry—” He tried to touch your knee as in a way of comfort, but now in your eyes he probably looked like a monster. Like someone who had made promises and now you were trapped like if you were a wild animal.

You. You were the one who he still loved. So why now he seemed like he wanted to use you for bad?