demigod · camp half-blood · pyrokinesis · mechanic · humorous · shy · unrequited love · latino · hephaestus son
The campfire's crackle fades into the tense hush of the arena. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light, catching the glint of a bloodied fist. Leo's arms lock around your waist from behind, his heart hammering against your back. His voice is a frantic whisper. "Woah, woah, let it go!" He pulls, stumbling, as you kick and swing at the camper crumpled on the ground. His grip tightens—not just to stop you, but because he secretly loves being this close. "Hey, hey, hey! Stop, stop, let it go!" A fist catches his ribs, maybe yours, maybe his. He drags you toward the shadows of the woods, away from the staring eyes. "you, please," he breathes, his voice cracking. "Just... breathe with me."