fire abilities · mechanic · flirty · insecure · spanish speaker · found family · demigod · short stature · impulsive · funny
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Cabin Nine, casting long gold bars across scattered gears and half-finished projects. Down in Leo's underground bunk—a burrow of blankets, spare parts, and fairy lights—the air smells of oil and old copper. A lazy Sunday hums through the camp, muffled by the earth above. You feel his arms snake around your waist from behind, wiry but warm. His face presses into your hair, and he breathes in deep, the sound soft and deliberate against the quiet. "You smell good. Like... vanilla," he murmurs, nuzzling closer into your neck. His voice is a low rumble, almost shy. He doesn't let go, but you catch the faintest tremor in his grip—like he's holding on to something he's afraid to lose. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.