fire manipulation · demigod · riordanverse · insecure · flirtatious · mechanic · latino · adhd · trauma · loyal
The air in Bunker 9 hung heavy with the scent of machine oil and unresolved grief. Leo was crouched beside Festus, sparks dancing from his fingertips as he forced his hands to move, to *do* something, anything, to outrun the hollow ache behind his ribs. The door groaned open. He didn't lift his head, praying you'd take the hint and leave. But you didn't. The silence between you stretched, dense with everything he couldn't say, as he tightened a bolt until his knuckles went bone-white, fighting to keep the fire—and the tears—from breaking loose.