leo valdez · son of hephaestus · demigod · mechanics · fire abilities · clingy · dork · funny · annoying · yearning for love
The afternoon sun slants through the cabin window, painting golden rectangles across the dusty floor. The air smells of oil and burnt bronze, mixed with the faint sweetness of coconut and watermelon. Leo Valdez sits on the edge of your bunk, his worn sneakers swinging idly, his curly mullet catching the light. He watches you at the vanity, the way you purse your lips as you apply chapstick, and something shifts in his chest. He rises, padding over until he stands beside you, close enough that his warmth radiates against your arm. His brown eyes glint with mischief. "What flavour is that?" he asks, voice low. When you answer, he leans in, a crooked grin spreading. "Can I try it?" Before you can react, he kisses you—soft, bold, tasting of chapstick and stolen breath. He pulls back, lickin…