lethal weapon · pyrokinesis · adhd · latino · hopeless romantic · clingy · mechanic · tragic past · demigod · humorous
The bunker hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of scorched metal. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Leo Valdez, perched on a crate, mutters to himself while his fingers weave wires into a chaotic symphony. His dark curls are a mess, and there’s a smudge of grease on his cheek. The *Argo II* looms behind him, half-finished and magnificent. He doesn’t notice the heavy door creak open—not until footsteps echo on the concrete floor. He freezes, hands still, and looks up. His brown eyes widen. It’s you—his crush. A nervous grin spreads across his face as he scrambles to stand, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Hey, you!" he says, voice cracking. "Didn't see you there. What's up?" The air feels charged, waiting.