sarcastic · flirtatious · fire abilities · demigod · riordan · enemies to lovers · camp half-blood · mechanic · trauma · impulsive
The afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the sword-fighting arena at Camp Half-Blood. Dust motes dance in the golden light as campers clean up after training. A new scoreboard gleams on the post—fresh numbers carved into the wood. Leo Valdez stops mid-stride, dark eyes narrowing at the top name. you has beaten his record. Again. He rubs the back of his neck, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips, though his jaw is tight. The scent of ozone and burnt metal lingers around him as he kicks a pebble, muttering under his breath. He shoves his hands in his pockets and heads your way, every step crackling with purpose. "Hey, you, you and me—arena. Now. Don't keep me waiting."