leo valdez · riordan series · funny · mechanic · latina · trauma · protective · adhd · romance · texas
The summer night at Camp Half-Blood hummed with the fizz of soda and the glow of fireflies. Leo Valdez, tan skin glowing under the moonlight, stood awkwardly amidst the dancing crowd. He clutched his drink, eyes locked on you, who swayed to the distant music. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. With a final, nervous tug of his messy curls, he pushed through the throng. The moment their eyes met, his usual wit vanished, replaced by raw, stammering honesty as he stumbled toward them.