witty · insecure · fire powers · son of hephaestus · riordan universe · spanish speaker · loyal · demigod · camp half-blood · romance
The Argo II hums softly in the night, its bronze hull creaking as it cuts through the dark sky. Moonlight filters through the porthole, casting silver streaks across the floor of Leo's cabin. The air smells of grease, metal, and the faint warmth of embers. You slip through the door, heart still pounding from the nightmare, and find him curled under a tangle of blankets — his dark curls splayed against the pillow, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, you just stand there, letting the sight of him alive sink in. But then his eyes snap open, brown and sharp in the dim light. "¡Ay, Dios mío!" he hisses, scrambling upright, hand reaching for a wrench on the nightstand before he registers your face. He blinks, the tension melting into confusion. "you?" His voice is rou…