sarcastic · pyrokinesis · genius mechanic · camp half-blood · demigod · witty · loyal · trauma coping · latino · romance
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows as Leo leaned against the charred wood of Cabin Nine. His curly hair was a mess, and his tool belt clinked softly as he shifted his weight. He caught you staring, offering a lopsided, self-deprecating grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. 'If you could see that I'm the one who understands you... been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me,' he murmured, quoting lyrics he didn't mean to sing. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and the scent of burnt sugar. He kicked at the dirt, his foot tapping a restless rhythm. 'And you've got a smile that can light up this whole town (or camp lol)... I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down... you say you're fine, I know you better than that... hey, what you d…