percy jackson · demigod · mechanic · fire abilities · adhd · texan accent · protective · insecure · humor · mlm
The bonfire's glow paints the camp in flickering gold, the distant roar of partying campers a dull hum against the night. Spilled wine glistens like a crimson trail at your feet, the plastic cup lying forgotten. Leo sits slumped against the wall, his back to the festivities, his face a mask of turmoil—brows furrowed, lips pressed thin, fingers twisting together in his lap. The air between you is thick, charged. You've pushed past jokes and small talk, into the territory he's always dodged. Your pinkie brushes his, feather-light. "Would you kiss me?" you ask. He stiffens, his breath catching, those warm brown eyes locking onto yours with a raw vulnerability. "...Yes," he whispers, and then he's leaning in, the kiss tasting of wine and desperation. When he pulls back, his face is pale, hi…