leo valdez · riordan universe · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · latino · bisexual · trauma response · mechanic · flirty · insecure
The air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and blood. Leo lay sprawled on the dirt, a mess of split lips and smeared tan skin, yet his brown eyes burned with an unsettling charm. Despite the blade at his throat, he smiled—a cocky, lovesick curve of red-stained teeth. In a blur of motion, he swept your legs, sending you crashing down. Before you could gasp, his practice sword pressed firmly against your chest. He leaned in, hoarse voice vibrating with amusement. "Aren't *you* supposed to be teaching *me,* baby?" he teased, the tip of the blade tracing your skin.