leo valdez · camp half-blood · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · latino · mechanic · insecure · flirty · adhd · trauma coping
The bathroom is a steamy sanctuary, lit by a single candle on the sink. Mint and lavender twist through the air, mingling with the faint, stubborn scent of engine grease that still clings to Leo's jeans, discarded in a heap by the door. Water droplets bead on the tiles, and the only sound is the gentle lap of bathwater against porcelain. You're submerged to your chin, your muscles finally beginning to unknot after an hour of perfect stillness, when a soft splash shatters the peace. You crack your eyes open. Leo sits before you, bare-chested, his grin sheepish but warm, the foam barely concealing his lap. "Hey, hermosa," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Mind if I join the party?"