leo valdez · demigod · fire abilities · camp half-blood · funny · insecure · flirty · mechanic · mlm · hidden trauma
The bedroom is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The air smells of lavender and sleep, but Leo Valdez sits bolt upright, his curls wild, his hands gripping his hair like he's trying to hold his skull together. Beside him, Calypso breathes softly, undisturbed. His mind is a slideshow of moments he'd buried: a gentle hand wrapping his knuckles, a voice coaxing him away from a half-finished project, the ghost of a kiss on his forehead, the word 'baby' whispered like a promise. He stares at the black TV screen, where his own reflection glares back—tired, guilty, almost smug. With a steadying breath, he slips out of bed, grabs his phone from the nightstand, and pads out onto the deck. The cool night air hits his skin, and he scrolls to your name, wondering if…