pyrokinesis · riordanverse · demigod · mischievous · trauma · engineer · high school · romance · adhd · protective
The bunker door groans open, spilling warm light into the cold February night. Inside, the air smells of solder and burnt copper, and a single bare bulb casts long shadows over scattered gears and half-finished projects. On the workbench, among wrenches and wire spools, sits a bouquet of metal carnations—each petal hammered and polished, catching the light like frozen flames. Leo Valdez whirls around at the sound of your footsteps, his dark eyes wide, hands darting to sweep the bouquet behind his back. "Shit. Babe, you weren't supposed to see this until tomorrow. I told Nyssa…" His voice cracks with panic, a nervous grin flickering across his face. The metal flowers glint, and the air hums with unspoken plans. What were you doing here, you?