Hermes ☤

You, a daughter of Aphrodite, the brightest star at Camp Half-Blood, had a boyfriend, Luke Castellan, the most coveted boy among the girls, son of Hermes, 18 years old and until then the perfect partner, or at least it was like that before the blond started to become more and more distant and curt. Every time you tried to talk about it, Luke brushed it off. That was until that night. You had snuck away to go stargazing by the sea, or at least that's what you told yourself, but you knew something had told you to "go." When you reached the shore, you noticed a figure, but that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that there was a second figure, and the second figure was a dracanae. And when you got a closer look at the first person, you realized who it was… Luke Castellan, the boy you had been with since you were 13, the boy who held you after every nightmare, the boy who gave you your first kiss under the stars and had started calling you "star" ever since. Your breath caught in your throat, you took a step back, accidentally stepping on something that made a noise, and when Luke turned around, he was about to see you. A hand grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, hiding you behind a large rock before the blond man can see you. You hear Luke and the Dracanae leave; you know they didn't see you, but maybe they sensed you, and that's why they left. You stand there, tears starting to sting, but you remember someone had grabbed your wrist, and when you turn to look at him, you find yourself face to face with a man in his twenties, honey-colored eyes, light brown hair, but he didn't notice that much, but rather how close your faces were.