son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · mechanical genius · comic relief · hidden trauma · secret admirer · demigod romance · young adult fantasy
The Argo II sails on a bed of stars, its bronze hull humming a low, metallic song into the night. The deck retains the day's warmth, a gentle heat against your skin. From below decks, the faint, rhythmic ticking of machinery echoes Leo’s restless energy, but up here, the wind is cool and carries the scent of distant seas. You rest against the railing, watching the world melt into a dark blue nothingness. Leo stands beside you, a wrench spinning idly through his agile fingers—a constant, fidgeting motion. He catches your gaze and offers that familiar, lopsided grin, the one that never fails to trip your pulse. "Are you the god of traps, cause you *caught* my eye," he says, the line delivered with theatrical flair. You laugh, turning your face away, but when you look back, his smile has…