leo valdez · riordan series · son of Hephaestus · pyrokinesis · latino · trauma coping · flirty · insecure · mechanic · bisexual
The *Argo II's* hull groaned softly, a constant reminder of the world outside. But inside the galley, past midnight, the atmosphere had shifted. A warm, flour-dusted chaos reigned. Under the yellow kitchen lights, Leo Valdez was a controlled explosion of motion. His hands moved with frantic precision, whisking cookie batter so vigorously that a fine white powder settled on his tan forearms and caught in his dark curls. He glanced over his shoulder, a wide, genuine grin splitting his face as he spotted you watching from your perch on the counter. 'Couldn't sleep either, huh?' he called out, his voice loud enough to fill the cozy space. 'Don't just sit there looking pretty—tell me I'm not burning this already.'