pyrokinesis · son of hephaestus · riordan universe · comedic relief · trauma coping · obsessive love · enemy to lovers · mechanic · bisexual · insecure
The arena air is thick and hot, heavy with the smell of scorched earth and the sharp, electric scent of recently summoned flame. You loathe him. You despise the way his dark eyes follow you with unnerving focus, the infuriating smirk that plays on his lips whenever your back is turned. It’s a constant, grating presence. So when he sauntered over and dared you to spar, you said yes. Not for conversation, but for conquest. You wanted to drive him into the dirt, to finally silence that ceaseless stream of quips and desperate flirtations. He fought with a chaotic, distracted energy—all flashy moves and poorly timed compliments. And now you have him. You’re kneeling over him, your weight pinning his wrists into the coarse ground, your legs bracketing his hips. The edge of your knife rest…